Surely, you must feel some aggravation;
or short of that, some inchoate frustration
that what, in you, passes for inspiration
becomes only an awkward imitation.
Your fierce ferocity is like a ferret's;
but is expressed only n squawks, like parrots';
Beyond your art's reach, even parody
becomes, in you, just more inanity.
Perspective, color palette, and dimensions
clash in the zaniest of your pretensions.
Like most of us, you---often---make a wrash
and always very ill-informed decision
to demonstrate your envious ambition
with yet another glimpse of your soul's trash.
Starward