Petty? I shan’t think it’s so!
I have this Monet, and Van Gogh
Clearly, I appreciate
The things the low class tends to hate!
An eye for that which is so grand!
Smaller brains won’t understand
Yes, this is what I say to thee
A peasant is but lesser me
That means that I am better, yes?
Oh come on now, I must digress
Let me say something, highbrow
I am not fucking joking, now
A good person exists in me
The spirit of my mother, see
She can see right through your shit
And make you walk on top of it
So save your graces, save your prayers
Cause I know, you know, no one cares
This isn’t the beginning, friend
It’s just a taste of what’s at end