X . art for arts sake

Unmade soiled bed, art or shit?,
a video shown in slow mo. i've had enough of it,
a big glass tank on a plinth in a square,
half a sheep in preserve,
you call that art, you think it smart,
you really have a nerve.

Show your crap in hoxton, rub shoulders with Gilbert and George,
paint pictures with shit, draw a face on a tit,
the Tate gallery will love you, you fraud,
and then you drone on with pretention
about metaphors, hidden meanings and such,
stick your head up your bum, say goodbye to the sun,
cos. your reasons are hidden too much.