The critics are never kindthey thrive on the negativethey seldom give

Their praise or their thanksand their word is sacrosanct

The critics are always blinddeaf and dumb when it comes to change

Their feeble brains cannot penetrateuntil it�s too late

We are Degas,

Gauguin, Van

GoghWe are painters not parasites

Which one of them will ever know

What it�s like to get high on sweet inspiration

The critics are lonely soulstheir job is a thankless onewhich must be done

If art is to survivetheir specialty is jive

The critics must earn their keepby using pedantic wordsones never heard

With razor sharp witbut who gives a sh..

We are Degas,

Gauguin, Van

GoghWe are painters not parasites

Which one of them will ever know

What it�s like to get high on sweet inspiration