For S.P. Poem by DM W
For S.P.
O you crass, modern
Dilettantes, you think you are
So innovative!
Yet to the more discerning
Among us, it seems
That you're merely marking time.
Indeed, I would go
So far as to say that you
Lack all substance, and
Are essentially involved;
In the cynical,
Yet now popular business,
Of decorating
Nothingness. O how wasteful!
Your lives are a sham.
You are not true creators!
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