The shredder

NB I made this a bit simpler.

Your lack of soulfulness sets you apart

You are the practitioner of a lesser art –

A leather-encased warrior preening.

In some, virtuosity hides meaning

In textured layers. But not you –

There’s no reality in what you do

You are a copy, not the thing itself

You pull your moves down from a shelf

There is no sincerity in what you make

You’re an imposter – a fake of fake

OK Mr God, you may be a success

But more is not more, more is less