You rely on his critique
Though he begins to resemble an antique.
The beholder ripens with age
The beauty is compelled to stay the same.
High or Low
Wherever your tendencies go
He, if ever a She,
Like a dog preferring his master’s acrylic cushion
To the wild grass of freedom.
But, his kind no longer holds reign
Democracy seeps into his solitary fame.
Borrowed opinions spread like a contagion
Everyone says the same thing,
To be defied by none.
You resemble this relic
Even if you hold a freshly-minted ribbon.
Institutions are derelict
Taste and opinion are only instant.
Everyone is called upon to ponder
By a comments section, if you look yonder.
Your opinions matter, if only to start a fight.
Likes and thumbs up decide the greatest might.