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.
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.