The so-called “modern”

Is this how you’d have it?
Does this tune ring true?

A madman’s ramble,
spewed,
like the innards of drunkards.
Whimsical wisdoms,
stuttered,
severed by line breaks

as if I’d forgotten what I was going to say.

Tell me, is this how you’d have it?
Does this tune ring true?

I’m the stern look on the faces of teachers,
scowling at what you have to say,
belittling you…
Go on.
Feel belittled.

And now I am them.
Words come and go,
abundantly so,
but few seem worthy of the page.

But you desire the splattered canvas.
To be purchased by those who wish to admire
something more thoughtless than they.