What does it look like to you,
you with your superior view,
I wish I knew,
so, I could understand you,
but I am striving for simplicity in this culture,
this world of culture that I love,
but you the critic,
you the critic with your haughty view,
you look down your nose at me,
but I believe in your right to be you,
and I am happy in my own work,
for we are all artists in this world,
and our own creations,
sometimes hold value to only ourselves,
and I would never criticise your words,
and your cultural reviews,
and I would never criticise you but I,
I would rearrange your words if I were you.