art world blowhard

with a nose nailed to the ceiling

be they parvenu or just wishing really hard that they were,

smiling & chatting,

speaking with their pinky finger &

catering to their drink/instrument

from which they attempt to gain interest in

themselves---

name

dropping

as if it was going out of fashion &

always speaking of the aesthetics of “pieces” which

deserve to be paving the street adjacent to the nearest

pub,

oh how one loves to watch the

babbling blatherskite

finding their way through the crowd of

its own kind

worshipping physical art as if it held some

relevance in the greater scheme

where actual artists do so for a process of life

this cretin has never once made anything

outside a quick move for the

refreshments

which are always provided for such

intellectual trash.