Moody

Banal man, fresh works laud more of men's pretension.
Poorly concealed misanthrope, he profits quick.
Money filled pockets quell unfulfilled expression.

Early life Mother starved poor baby love's affection,
Private life later and drunk he whines Father strict,
Banal man, fresh works laud more of men's pretension.

He gathered whores and wives called by his sensation,
Fevered search for loving, the man no more than dick.
Money filled pockets quell unfulfilled expression.

Fat from drink, toned on sex yet starved for exertion,
Shattered window pane inspires the mind with a prick.
Banal man, fresh works laud more of men's pretension.

Dark glass sculpts macabre stanzas to his extinction,
Fevered form, the art garners decries screaming sick.
Money filled pockets quell unfulfilled expression.

Art's wails mourn lost meanings, shard his work's destruction.
Trapped by death, viewers pass his life with just an ick.
Banal man, fresh works laud more of men's pretension.
Money filled pockets quell unfulfilled expression.