A sprig of superficiality
A touch of prematurity
A hint of solidarity
And your sycophants scream
As if you have stepped
Right out of their dream

Hyperbole has won
Understatement is not quite so much fun
Genius is a word that is much overused
I am vexed and confused
All I see here is a celebration,
the deification of mediocrity

Your creations are soporific
A kind of medicine
Sweet and thick and sickly
And it slides down so easily
And lulls me gently to sleep
And I am so terribly, terribly sorry
But for me there is no mystery
You do not sparkle nearly enough
To dazzle me


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