Below is the poem entitled FILTH IN THE NAME OF ART which was written by poet
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Some people use poetry to say ugly things;
Write filth and then call it art.
They expose all the sludge their mind can concoct,
And they think that this makes them look smart.
They think they're so cool, so with it, so smart,
Such worldly sophisticates,
When in truth they're telling all the world,
That they're base, depraved, mis-fits.
They expose the true nature of their way of life.
They think that this makes them so free.
They cannot see that they've sold their souls,
And they're slaves to debauchery.
For certain sex is a large part of life,
And holds an important spot;
But it's only one part and you haven't got much,
If in truth that's all that you've got.
Who really cares what you did last night;
Or who it was you did it with;
And for you to spread it abroad to all,
Cheapens and makes it no gift.
There is so much beauty and fun in this world,
And it's all there to taste and to savor.
How boring to live in a candy store,
And never taste more than one flavor.
People make fun of animals because they are so natural about their life and so unashamed,
but they are the only ones who have not sullied what God meant as a blessing.
They are the only ones who have remained just as God intended them to be.
We on the other hand destroy or dirty everything we touch and turn God's most intimate blessings into a dirty joke.It sure makes me tired.
Can anyone explain this to me?
Kind of gives the Scripture" The meek shall inherit the earth." new meaning doesn't it.