Let us all defile a common art,
and take pleasure in the nausea of others.
Let us each play the role of a sycophant
and then gorge
upon the disgust of the masses.
‘Where is the pleasure in conformity,’
so says the sultan of bad taste,
‘when we could be so much more?’
To see the world
and not feel sick,
but retain that new-born tenderness;
to stare into the blinking void
and still believe in love songs.
is our finest art.
Bio: Lola is a young, working-class poet from North Wales. Her work has been published on Headline Poetry, Another North, and the Literary yard. More of Lola's poetry can be found at lolastansburyjones.wordpress.com
Image Credit: Ethan Haddox