mr. art

oh you're an artist
now i see
now i see how careful i must be
not to care
now i see the difference between pretentious
and ambitious.
still in reality,
everything you say is bullshit.
whenever we are starving,
we end up eating you first.
your use is self generated
and your purpose is exasperated.
you remind me very much of the universe
you worthless, cowardly, cynical fuck.
and to this you think i like a good beating,
i like gaining everything and losing nothing
i have no regret except feigning remorse,
still there is no way of ignoring
how confused you are
trapped
in your own little world.
votre monde magnifique.