The critics are never kind   they thrive on the negative   they seldom give   Their praise or their thanks   and a word as …?   The critics are always blind   deaf and dumb when it comes to change   Their field brains cannot penetrate   until it’s too late      We are Degas, Gauguin, Van Gogh   We are painters not parasites   Which one of them will ever know   What it’s like to get high on sweet inspiration      The critics are lonely souls   their job is a thankless one   which must be done   If art is to survive   their specialty is jive   The critics must earn their keep   by using pedantic words   one has never heard   With razor sharp wit   but who gives a sh..      We are Degas, Gauguin, Van Gogh   We are painters not parasites   Which one of them will ever know   What it’s like to get high on sweet inspiration