Distressed Poet - William Hogarth |
Them vs. Us
Why is it that the featureless
Academic poets
The middle to upper classes
Unmoving particles
Inside the swirling dust bowl
Profess to love the classics
Both writers and poets
When many of the admired
Though far from all
Came from nothing?
The bourgeoisie know nothing of the endless
struggle
The artistic urge
The artistic urge
Like blood flow
Below the need
For sustenance
And the methods to reach it
To pay their rent
Among other things
Creative luxuries less
affordable
As they had no one else
To cover for them (Mummy
Syndrome).
They merely wish to be well read
To tick the boxes
Like Van Gogh’s perfect
sunflower
Years after the severed flesh
Lost its atoms
And vomit stains
Faded into fabric.
I never knew these artists
Yet know what it’s like to yearn
And to go without
While occasionally pondering
The value of my own contribution.
I guarantee one thing
That those artist's work
That those artist's work