The Invention of Art

He woke up and saw a light There was this idea, he saw it so clear What if he creates whatever it be And sell it to his frens as revolutionary He invented Art, his creations unprecedented Everything else is just derivative You can’t beat his knowledge, his taste for Art All that he is, condescending His grandeur blinded the masses They followed his steps Into tracing of everything shiny And sell it as the Eureka moment