You silly little fashionistas,
so concerned with your reflection!
Art is a humble endeavor,
a self dissection.
****** for money,
or ****** for fame,
when you really take a look at it
it's exactly the same.
Wallow in your pit of self-delusion,
slap the hand of kindness and bruise it.
You think you love,
but it's just an exchange of excuses
Blow my ego and I'll blow yours
and we'll just be the best of lovers
Until there's a bitter discord.
Well, now you're just useless!
We're chasing things we don't understand
Looking for lights with our heads in the sand
Starting fights wherever we can,
for a little paper, or a pat on the head.
What silliness!