Are pretentious and vicious
Stuck-up nasty bitches
We know what true art is
We are never wrong
Blessed with endless creativity
We are God's gift
To an otherwise dull society
Of course, we know this
Of course, we own this
The world wouldn't be
Half as pretty
If it weren't for us
Yes, we're to blame
Beauty is undoubtedly
Our middle names
So we're all a bunch
Of space cadets
The most original
Cast of crazies and weirdoes
You've ever seen
Really you must think
We're all one and the same
But what can I say
Objectively
It could be anything
Your words will still be true
And in uttering that
Excellently executed truth
You become an artist too
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The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar 2008-2013
PoetryA young writer's newly released first collection of poems. Written during the tumultuous and at times troubling years of high school and the more forgiving and enlightening years of college, Maddy Kobar captures what it was like to have come of age...
