art is a cesspool
filled with empty words
a quagmire
of screaming voices
begging for attention
quality secondary
didactically driven
in false sanctimony
a constant need
for stranger’s validation
at the expense
of accidentally saying
anything of value
art is an open sewer
filled to the brim
with predatory gators
always smiling
as they lazily swim
towards the newest trend
At times it can feel that way
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