Con-Artist

True Art does not discriminate.
It is understood, regardless of
Social class or education.
Even if we don’t understand
What we understand
Or why we understand -
We understand it still.
Deep down.
It inspires us
And makes us feel alive.
Connected.
Those who want to understand
Themselves, deeper,
Can interpret and analyse
To their heart’s content,
Follow pathways of emotion
That lead to their souls.
Discover triggers
That spark up flames of
Feeling.

Your Art creates doubt,
Confusion and uncertainty.
It is not about the message,
But how cleverly it’s hidden.
How intelligent we have to be
To uncover the secret.
If the meaning is deep, why bury it?
Why conceal it like it’s stolen?
Why hide your precious message?
Is it broken?
No. I believe
That there is no meaning.
Your Art is so clever,
That it echoes stupidity.
I am neither impressed,
Nor depressed.
My lack of understanding
Reflects yours.
A failure on your part,
Not mine.

Who am I?
You ask, enraged.
I’ll tell you who I am.
I am the child who
Laughs in the face
Of the grand Emperor,
As he flaunts his wealth
Before the crowd –
Naked.