In my profile, in the section where I describe myself to you poor people with no lives, I said "I love the arts (but not abstract, that's a looong rant)" and I was sitting here thinking; it isn't right for me to withhold these people's rights to hearing (or rather, reading) my amazing, world famous rant about abstract! It just wouldn't be right for me not to allow you all to bask in the hate-filled beauty of my own loathing for abstract, so here is my Ode to my Hatred of Abstract. Enjoy the sarcastic bitterness all my rants are sure to bring!
Oh! Abstract! How I hate thee! You insult and belittle me, Your free-flowing lines and pointless dots Take away from my talents from my feelings, my thoughts.
Any old idiot could make a Van Gogh but not just anybody could paint a real wolf in the snow.
You might have a black line and then a white dot but it's nothing really, as you claim It's nothing but a black line and a dot all your "art" is the same.
True art takes time It takes skill and takes dreaming True art invokes and has meaning
Art takes practice and time to obtain perfection so it looks divine Real art is not a "tree" made of squares It's a real detailed tree That gives us air.
Art is inspired by nature, by emotion, your pointless strokes make me ill They look like nothing and they took no time No sweat or frustration but boredom and wine.
If pieces of crap, of which 2-years olds make, can be considered a masterpiece, then one day we'll have music made of squawks and squeaks
Oh! Abstract! How I hate thee! You, my friend, are nothing to me.
THE END. Hope you enjoyed my ode that took me, like, 10 minutes. xD