Through the door it slithers in,   Accompanied by it's peers.   Always groveling for attention,   While no one really hears.   In it's mind it's full of wit   And quite the social king.   It plants itself among the rest,   To give it's deadly sting.      It's just a matter of opinion.      Further now there's a man of taste.   Of talent and precision.   To work and strive at his artform.   Has been his life's decision.   The stage is set. the perfect show   Is put before the mass.   Only to be ridiculed   By some slimy, pompous ass.      It's just a matter of opinion.