It’s for the laughs, you see.
This painting can’t be a reflection of me!
I won’t read anymore,
‘Cuz I know what I’ll find:
A piece that’s so funny it’ll blow my mind.
It starts with ‘Once Upon A Time’.
A story of fiction,
Outrageous scenes and impressive diction,
Foolish heroes on a foolish mission.
This author is mad!
These guys have ideas
I would never have had.
I’ve heard of a mirror.
It shows what is real.
But this image is too distorted
To show what I feel.
Proportions are torn.
If it wasn’t supposed to be funny,
I’d look at it with scorn.
It’s just so outrageous
It couldn’t have been meant
For anything else;
My laughter was its intent.
How dare you get offended
At a work of art?
Shut up and laugh at it,
You old fart.
There’s no need to go on a protest
It’s just comedy, darling.
Where are your ‘manners’?
Academic Literature experiences have made me rather weary of what people can do to the art of words when the author is not around to confirm or deny any statements. Some analyses are pretty out of this world, and I’ve wished on multiple occasions that I could just resurrect authors so they can give me – and a few of my teachers – the truth. (Watch out for a story along these lines.)
I’m sure Archibald MacLeish, author of the poem ‘Ars Poetica,’ which I am not exactly a fan of, would disagree with me in my views that words are SUPPOSED to mean something and serve a purpose. No matter what the world thinks, I believe artists have the right to, as much as possible, ensure that the work they create is used for its intended purpose, but more importantly, NOT misused. I’m trying to avoid misinterpretation here. Times have changed. People are different. Leave me alone.
This is a satirical poem about satire called ‘Satire.’ It’s all about the ironic intent, you see. The persona is a person who looks at satire which is meant for the mockery of the society to which he belongs, with blind eyes and denial. It’s about a person who misses the criticizing point of satire entirely and doesn’t understand people who get offended because they don’t know they are part of the society the satire is trying to mock.
The obvious thought here is that this was inspired by the recent Charlie Hebdo shootings. Well, not exactly. It was inspired mostly by Oscar Wilde and his many comedies of manners – hence the pun in the last line. The Charlie case is a different one entirely. I may, however, get into trouble if I give my views on that, though, so maybe a story will be forthcoming. Maybe.