When celebration exalts failure,
intervals become burdens
that strain individuality.
Aptitude and craftsmanship retire,
leaving vacant muse and drops of paint
splattered on coarse fabric.
[that imitate involuntary favors]
Authorities suppress creativity,
claiming authenticity of models -
cloaked masterpieces too hectic
for exposure.
You state; I sketch:
"Inappropriate material
that blurs reality in any way
will be discarded without notice.
You have been warned."
So here we go.
Masquerades of arrogant leaders
parade in sequence;
each mimicking the former influence -
walking in composed paths
that compress the wills of all.
Regulations represent restrictions
that are imposed on rebels
who outline the core
of the picture.
Without the gloss,
without design
and without the tints of touch ups,
this is the truth.
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