Asshats: An English Sonnet (in Iambic Pentameter)
I’ll paint for beauty and I’ll paint for love But I’m perturbed by gross chicanery Although I find I can still rise above It’s much more fun to paint satirically
My muses kill each other day and night They fail to see us as a single race And reason does not seem to fuel their fight Those silly little books seem more their taste
And pictures- worth a thousand words they say However thousands from my lips they force As if they will not give the time of day And eyesight is but only a recourse
Why wade through all the bullshit and the lies? It’s better to employ your stupid eyes.
