The World and Me

If I'm being honest--if that's you're real name--
If I were a musician every note I wrote would be called "Kitsch."
My melodies would be scorned, and my songs made a laughingstock.

If I were a cook, and cooked perfect dishes, with simple ingredients
Then the world would want complex ingredients, and dry morsels.

If I were an artist, if I painted Picasso, the world would want Rembrandt
And if I painted Rembrandt, the world would cry out for Picasso.

If I were a sculptor, and I sculpted David, the world would cry for Duchamp's Fountain.
If I were lazy, and wanted to hang a blanket drenched in menstrual blood, they'd cry for the Pieta.

If I were a singer, they'd want rap... and if a rapper, they'd want Sinatra's perfect chords.
If I were a grocer, whatever meat I was selling, they'd want whatever other brand there is.

If I like Raviolis, the world likes Rigatoni.
If I like the Eagles, the world likes the Cowboys.
If I like Romantic Poets, the world likes Postmodernist Poets.
If I like meat, the world likes bugs.
If I like milk, the world likes water.
If I liked water, the world would like milk, Romance Poets, Philadelphia Teams and a fat steak.
If I like Chess, the world will immediately hate my openings, and my theory, and anything I do.
If I play Sicilian, they'll play King's Gambit.
If I play a Benoni, they'll call it wrong.

If I do read Frankenstein and enjoy it... just watch what the world does to Mary Shelley.
If I find a single truth, the world cries it is foul.
If I say a single falsehood, it jumps upon my back, and sticks me with a Trident.

If I drove a forklift at a warehouse, no matter my ethics,
The world's would be the opposite's.

So, I choose Christ, knowing this is not my world
But yours. For, you'll be crowned.