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.
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