I cannot compete with chosen mediocrity
Mutters my friend who has not entered the prizes
Where for the first time in human history
The director and the curator being shemales
More women than men have been represented
Proudly chosen as the website emphasises
(The commentary may be conjuring lesbian trails)
For the best and worst portraits in the gallery
And for the best meaningless landscapes
Plus all the dull social smoke dystopia escapes
Where for the last time hopefully in history
Art is going down the chute at warp speed
Provided by mushy simple minds full of weed
Rubbish tip beckons or a cleansing fire
Not being there makes you a winner
Says my/he/she/them in a lemon voice bitter
And the critics full of self-important ire
Know art-beauty is in the eye of the beholder