wit

Wit,
Apparently I don't have it,
My words aren't clever,
My words aren't clever to the standards that only an egotistical champagne socialist,
Waitrose,
Radio 4 listener cradled in a basket of 1900s culture through the lens of a middle class human,
Would find humorous,
You know,
The human who is clever yet their understanding of the difference between stupidity and ability is beyond them,
A human who lectures you on the subjectivity of the arts but then goes on to spread her preference for wit,
Who creates the ideation that art Based on trauma and negativity isn't clever but who laughs along with a comedian who doesn't understand the facts surrounding non binary people and who makes fun of it as another fad that us stupid youngsters our into right now,
The sort of human that at my age rather than expressing individuality instead changed her name to fit in with the poshos whom she surrounded herself with,
The sort of human that watches Shakespeare but doesn't see my modern tragedy as a reputable peice of art,
The sort of human who I do not need to cater for anymore. 


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