He was a man of many talents and skills
He could play the guitar, paint, and write with ease
He had a lot of fans who admired his works
But he also had a lot of critics who hated his quirks
One day, he received a letter from a magazine
They wanted to interview him and feature him on their screen
They said they were impressed by his latest creation
And they wanted to know more about his inspiration
He agreed to meet them at a cafe downtown
He wore his usual jeans and leather jacket, no need for a gown
He arrived on time and saw the reporter waiting for him
She smiled and greeted him, but he sensed something grim
She started by asking him some basic questions
About his background, his hobbies, his passions
He answered them politely, but he felt bored
He knew she was just trying to build rapport
Then she moved on to the real topic of interest
His latest masterpiece that caused such a stir
She asked him what was the meaning behind it
What was the message he wanted to transmit
He looked at her and shrugged his shoulders
He said he didn’t have any hidden agenda or motives
He just wanted to express himself and have some fun
He didn’t care about pleasing anyone
She frowned and pressed him further
She said he must have had some influence or reference
She asked him if he was inspired by any other artist
Or if he was trying to make a statement or protest
He shook his head and sighed deeply
He said he didn’t owe anyone an explanation or apology
He said he was tired of people trying to analyze his work
And find some meaning that wasn’t there in the first place
He said he didn’t care about fame or fortune
He didn’t care about critics or opinions
He said he only cared about his own satisfaction and joy
And that was the only reason why he made his art
He said, “Pardon me if I don’t give a shit”
About what you think or what you write
I don’t need your validation or approval
I don’t need your praise or your ridicule
I make art for myself and myself alone
I don’t make art for anyone else or for any goal
I make art because it makes me happy and free
And that’s all that matters to me”
With that, he got up and left the cafe
Leaving the reporter speechless and dismayed
She realized she had wasted her time and effort
She had failed to understand him or his art
