So many nonsense acts;
Some in poisonous, puerile pacts.
So many pantomime performances;
Ostensibly from the heart.
Such preposterous posing;
Such coming and going
Such dazzling lights;
O they are way too bright!
So many sycophants
And sickly genuflections;
Before the ‘guardians of culture’
i.e..baffled, big head judges.
So many fake affectations.
O and such histrionics,
On third rate versions,
Of songs I really like.
So many hopeless triers
So many falsifiers;
So many downright liars.
So few genuine poets,
Musicians and artists.
So few raisers of consciousness.
Perhaps there’s some like me
On their fourth or fifth drink;
Now turning of this crap,
And wasting their time in ink.
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