came "word-salad", from a person who cannot recite the alphabet, in that wishing he might be ingenious to cite the 26, within whatever order; and calls himself an artist as a great replicating craftsman of nothing ingenious or original; let's face it... some of us aspire to become ****** artists, while some of us aspire to become great plagiarists; either way one of us will become a woodpecker, and the other will become an interior decorator.*

came the catchphrase "word-salad"
from the barely literate,
the mongrel 'rish...
      i'd settle for a mongol,
but for a clover with a half-wit
broom-broom sound of
i.q. engineering...
        n'ah, i'll settle for the insult;
'cos' i'm worth it,
as l'oreal already suggested.