Monochrome Monotony
There’s an impressive monotony
To your cacophony of comments
Your hackneyed cliches
And the way you say art should be made
But you did not make this
And you cannot take this
This is not a glistening display case
A beautiful array of donuts to take
This is our blood, sweat, tears and aches
This is the culmination of years of mistakes
Days of scrawling and erasing and making,
And sparks left from dreams forgotten on waking.
But you enter this space and you take and you take,
As if you’re entitled to the things we create,
And you say you adore them,
But the results? We abhor them.
So no, you can’t have this,
And don’t you dare take it.
This aching homage is a monochrome monotony,
Your entitled advice is not a monopoly of knowledge about this business of art,
So no, you can’t have this.
Not when you can’t ask.
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