in falsehood and malice supreme
lame authors bloated with jaundiced juice
whips out venomous pens
to present their Salvador Dali of delusional pieces
striking angst strokes sweeping fabrications
as fevered imaginations draws twisted scenes
only to blend in deranged explosion
in drippy asinine arsenic

but behind their miry production
we sight their pitiful malaise in vivid hues
the hazy Gauguin in maddened throes
laying the halves of nothing with one ear
or like Picasso they mess it up and distort all
for it surrealism and Cubism of guilty liars
then we have those like dear Toulouse Lautrec
for them in airey angst that they will never measure up
small people with even smaller minds

so come view the artists of malice and falsehood
the dodgy arts of the hateful dodgers
or the hate filled arts of the heartless dodgers
these embodiments of hate, jealousy, envy and irrationality
leaking their pains on patchments
as their wounded souls spill on to the canvasses
of their self portraits