I'm a stream pf pretentiousness tout,
Meaningless imagery I spout;
All effect without cause
From rational laws ...
In
an
arty
but
ridiculous
layout.
All technical skill I despise!
The detritus of life to your eyes,
I'll set it apart,
And label it Art,
And put in the Turner Prize.
No discernible melody,
Nor classical harmony;
Whether twelve-tone pretence,
Or electronic sequence,
You'll not get a tune out of me!