Aesthetics, you sordid little shit

Study of beauty never fits,

A pseudo intellectual mist

That taunts me through and through.

An artistic conundrum that you pose,

Is just the Emperor’s new clothes.

I would rather have another doze,

Than languish here with you.

High brow and so far out of touch

No one really bothers much,

To understand you or as such

Give credence to your fashion.

I hate your elitist overtones

It chills me thoroughly to the bone,

Wish you were cast down and overthrown.

Death to your unholy passion.

Instillations of long dead sheep

Stools on chairs you can keep,

Flagrant abuses lay at the feet

Of the critics now amassing.

How the chattering classes smile

To walk yet another blasted mile

In all the crap that you compile,

I shall never mourn your passing.

Innocence Lost

Sometimes I sit and wonder,

At how they can rip asunder,

Innocence they seek to plunder.

Ferocity fiercely displayed

Bereft of all emotional grace,

Wearing a smile to hide a face,

It hardly slips, leeringly in place.

Malevolence – borne or made?

Then prey they must on the innocent ones,

Degenerate rites most would shun,

Tormented evil has just begun.

For they must ply their fare.

Finally locked away from town,

Never truly heals the blighted ground,

Innocence lost, innocence found.

A shattered life lies bare.

Imprisoned but of what cost,

Another person truly lost

Reprieved or on the scrap pile tossed

To maybe reoffend.

How we seek to demonize

The cruelty lay behind cold eyes

Were they ever civilized?

Do they carry out a trend?

So inhuman is their crime

Judged below primordial slime

Often I do truly chime

Their repentance is often faked.

The fact, which said without any guile

Abused they were as a child

Corrupted and corruption compiled

A cycle has to break.