There is a group of ‘Wannabes’
[brave ickle keyboard warriors]
gang-stalking and trolling
Geoffrey the Watercolourist…
because he captures ‘The Light’
so Perfectly… it makes
their own amateur fumblings…
look ‘Flat’ and ‘Lifeless’, aww.
They would like to deprive
us all of his ‘Unique Talent’
… and reduce the Art World
to their own bog-standard crap.
Only the weak and the broken
are ‘Cruel’, it balms their own
inner ‘Pain’… they haven’t
the strength of character to heal
so they lash out like children.
Ever punched a Sadist [Right]
in the Face?… I did once…
in a Prison Association Room
with around 40 other Inmates
watching as his nose Exploded
… the ‘Mask’ dropped
and he called for his mother
whilst screaming for “HELP!”
They put him on the ‘Numbers’
with the ‘Nonses’ for safety
[Everyone wanted a Slice]
… once a ‘Bully’ is revealed
as the Coward they always are
they downward-spiral rapidly.
Only Schoolgirls and Snitches
fight via gossip and slander…
insecure, backboneless, snakes
… doomed to spend their lives
pointing fingers at their Betters.
* this poem is obviously only referring to those ‘envious twats’ who seethe in pettiness… not the [Real] Artists who are merrily going about their own business ‘Creating’.