A Slug is Still A Slug

Every work he has done means something.
Every drawing he has drew is carefully drawn.
Every piece he has created is a portion of his life.

He has made art from the skeptic's scratches.
He has made art from the ground's garbage.
He has made art from nature's nourishment.
He has made art from the heavenly haywire.

It was always his goal:
To change the ordinary to extraordinary.
Something in the world's eyes, it is simple and plain.
But in his eyes, it is not.
To him, how can anything at all be simple and plain?
Everything in the universe, earth, and life is extraordinary.

His art piece has never failed.
Every showing, the audience applaud is the stomps of giants.
Every showing, their eyes open up so wide and amazed
As if they saw beauty for the first time.
His art piece has never failed.

Until one day, it did.

He learned that
You can never change who you are.
He tried to created something
By changing it's core.

He never believe anything was evil or bad.
Just misunderstood, by society.
Just like everything was plain and simple.

The element's past doesn't mind him
Because what is done can't be undone.
The artist focus on it's future.
His product.

This was his mistake.
Bad and evil do exist.
It's a characteristic.

A slug is still a slug.
He can't make it
A better, respected, and beautiful animal.
It is not who slug is.
And it can't change their natural core either.
How can a slug be attractive?
A slug can mate with two at the same time,
And it can also think it's attractive by doing that,
But it's just sad.
It's a self-proclaimed compliment.

He tried for months.
But no muse happened for this art.
He hasn't failed.
He just wished
He didn't spend more time than he should.