B is for... Arse and Literature

This is a piece of art
A literary gemstone sparkling
In it's own beauty.
I am an artist
Weaving words into tapestries
Of wonder.
My metaphors are outstanding
My grasp of meter beyond the reach
Of mere mortals.
I do not write with transparency
My words are but reflections
Of other things.
When I talk of stones
I am really talking of people
And places.
Flowers are emotions
Colours are feelings and decisions
Not just hues.
I talk in gibberish
But say that it's meaningful
And deep.
I pour scorn on those
Who cannot see the meanings
Behind the words
For they have no soul
And no literary sensibilities
Or skills.
It takes talent to speak of everything
Whilst talking of nothing
And nobody
I have that talent
I am the literary genius with
The magic pen.
I collect the royalties
Garnered from the pockets of those
Who are gullible.
Those who seek meaning
Will find it in anything you
Put forward,
Even when it has no meaning
Just gibberish proposed
As art.