we, the people

as long as they are there,
poets will write
painters will paint
singers will sing

not because they are an inspiration
but because they are a hindrance
and all they can do to rid themselves of them is to
write, paint, sing

of course they will take turns
to ridicule the poems, to trash the paintings, to ignore the songs
then
to applaud the poems, to admire the paintings, to award the songs

their sheer number is frightening
their sheer shallowness is drowning

please go away
let artists be themselves