What irks me the most is an artist who blows
His own trumpet, and lauds his shows
And does not give a damn to what others say
And always wants to have his own way.
He thinks he is smart, sensitive and clever
Not prone to arrogance (no, never!)
People just love him, he makes their day
And once he has arrived, he is there to stay.
Truth is, he is conceited, with inflated brains
And when he is gone, none of his charm (?) remains.
He takes pride in demolishing what others have built
And nurtures pure arrogance, to the hilt.
They think the world of themselves, I don’t know why
They define their own talent and think they fly high
And think they are so loved (seriously, is that true?)
Why? There are better people, who do some work, too!
I don’t know why they are important (or why they feel so)
They think others are ignorant (and they don’t take a no)
Eccentricism is something they truly personify
Mediocre people, who boast as seconds fly.
These people are such, I don’t give a damn
It takes guts to say “I show what I am.”
And yet I take so much pain to write
Hoping they’d change (as if they might).
Dear artists, (with all due respect to your art)
You are not always clever and lovely and smart.
Your skills don’t make the world your slave,
If possible be humble, and please: behave.