The credentialist wing would like to say
a few wise words about art today
There is this new sensation
(it seems overblown)
Proles succumbed to temptation
to make art of their own
Their pathetic attempt to enter the stage
is a threat, I tell you; a moral outrage
You'll come to rue the day
that you let this stand
Because then the proles can say
they have the right to demand
a voice in matters they can't understand
We alone are the arbiters of good taste
We can not allow art to be debased
by the soiled and rutting working stiffs
offering their voices
Then they could start to act as if
they actually have these choices
It just won't do
I'm telling you
They'll start making other noises
There is no art that we don't approve first
Our sense of fashion is needed
lest they be encouraged, or even worse,
our wisdom should go unheeded
We must now do our vital part
before exhibits are empty shelves
For if we let them discover art
what else will they think for themselves?
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