Run away
Lest ye become a martyr
To the minds of your time
Dining with swine
Consumed with the mundane
Uninspired rhymes
Subsumed by seas
Of selfish human beings
Till the oceans swallow
The last depths you had
And you wallow
In the shallow
Self involved
Un-evolved
Dim lightbulb
Bulbous
Busts of buffoons
Who call themselves
Pop artists