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 ma**
Only to be ridiculed
By some slimy, pompous a**
It's just a matter of opinion