• A sad drama is an artist's sorrow,
    Thoughts like, "Will I be famous tomorrow?"
    "Will my god-given talent and skill...
    make me the king of the social hill?"

    But I have a more horrid thought, oh yes indeed.
    The hideous idea of a hateful breed.
    A breed of man without the gift...
    To entertain and make an expressive shift.

    In the art world of criticism,
    I stive to create Anarchism.
    No more social jokes and games.
    No more untalented feeling ashamed.

    So screw art and its messed-up kin.
    Screw your works, I won't let you win.
    Screw the smug person that you strive to be.
    Your talent doesn't mean anything to me.