The Critics Are Never Kind
The critics are never kind
Gauguin
The critics are never kind
They thrive on the negative
Degas
They seldom give
Their praise or their thanks
Van Gogh
And their word is sacrosanct
Gauguin
The critics are always blind
Deaf and dumb when it comes to change
Degas
Their feeble brains
Cannot penetrate
Van Gogh
Until it's too late
Trio
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?
Gauguin
The critics are lonely souls
Their job is a thankless one
Degas
Which must be done
If art is to survive
Van Gogh
Their specialty is jive
Gauguin
The critics must earn their keep
By using pedantic words
Degas
One's never heard
With razor sharp wit
Van Gogh
But who gives a sh?
From the musical noa now
