Hell pays for itself, talentless people reassure anyone,
But gold is gold and old dogs love the smell of the rain
More than the sunshine. Woe the Kardashians,
Woe the Minou Drouet inaugurating stuff,
Sententious stuff, sanctimonious stuff.
This tired show has turned to be such a philanthropic charade.
In public – absolutely ! we are clapping loudly ;
In private dies the clapping sound : we own mirrors see,
We know, we know – and lack the money and the time to say.
Here is what we are not – vanquished yet,
Here is what we won’t do – leave no space
For beauty worthier than us all.
Image credit : Benjamin Béchet