Fine art: The Aristocrat view
Exquisite, isn’t it? The intricate dissonance
That therein contains plagues of infinite sicknesses.
Just look at their desolate images. Depicted messages.
See the essence suggested by the littlest evidence
Those impressionists can’t witness from ignorance.
Do you see the insignificant specimen
Whose extinction is on the brink of prevalence?
It’s an indicative intelligence to question their relevance.
Feeding them death and decay as prerequisite regiment.
Spoonful medicine of poison, in return for employment.
They waste away for our enjoyment.
Religiously reading the bible as a cynic,
Finding God sponsors survival of the fittest.
But, we must critique, & not mindlessly listen.
Let the third eye open within
And let forth the tyrant from his prison.
Conceptualize life as a statistic
Heroes derive from the sadistic.
The classist plutocrat divide is just artistic
Like the golden ratio item from Da Vinci.
Instinctually primal,
Rejecting the other primates whose skin bleeds.
But, I don’t want them to down spiral too quickly,
I prefer seeing their bones and muscle fibers turn sickly
Slowly consuming them,
While I’m off buying the best whiskey.
Pristine and pure, that’s the Eugenic perspective.
Cleansing carnal sin off, that’s the genetic objective.
But, we must be selective, have mental prospective.
Aligning the heart with the finest of arts,
Committing genocide within law. Pseudoscience applause.
Killing you all off with a smile from afar.
Feeling desperate, the masses curl up in fear;
As everyone, they knew in the world disappears.
Aha ha ha ha.