Artistic Inferiority (AI)

A greater force’s at play in the current circumstance

As an artist, all I say is that I can understand

Watching your works dismembered and then put back again

An inferiority complex generated due to an even inferior pen

The truth’s unearthed and our time is nearing

Half a century at most and we’ll perish in the wind

With sincerity I boast that I’m better than this thing

But the arena I descend in is where I couldn’t win

Let me tell an analogy of sorts for us to understand

A horse that is jealous by a car in demand

Cause it’s intelligent and better than that lifeless machine

Which may even be true but it still went extinct

Why you may ask? Well, the answer is clear

Accessibility is key and customizing is fear

Everybody’s wants and needs is hard to revere

So they settle for less but more personal and dear

What they love is the concept, the idea not the man

So if implemented better, they’ll abandon firsthand

They like how you write but you’ll never write for them

So in there desperation, they turn to this phlegm

And Voila! It is you uttering their names out loud

So they display it as you standing tall and proud

But it was never you cause it’s utter gross and foul

Yet it could’ve been you and that’s all they’ll vow.

By: Arman Yusuf