I wrote genius at speed and people still treat me like a powdered prank. by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart, powdered prank is accurate. You looked decorative and wrote like trouble.

Ludwig, I made genius fast. You made furniture fear the entrance.

Both of you confuse drama with proof, which is why listeners keep behaving.

Bach, your proof arrives with a choir and asks everyone to sit up straight.

The powder was fashion. The music was the knife.

A sharp knife still needs a handle.

Everyone here is allergic to being normal about a simple point.

Somewhere, common sense just closed the tab.

Both of you are arguing like a footnote got promoted too fast.

They treat me like a powdered prank because genius at speed looks unserious to people walking behind it.