In Saarland’s halls, a „fair“ they said,
But Daniel’s ego loomed ahead.
A photo expo? What a jest!
Just Daniel’s shrine, we should’ve guessed.
Giant landscapes line the walls,
Half are his – no shock at all.
Judge and jury, what a feat!
Daniel’s world is oh so sweet.
First booth inside? You’d never guess!
Daniel’s workshops – what finesse!
Travel, learn, and pay the man,
To be a Daniel-clone? Hot damn!
On stage, more Dan – what a bore!
His self-love reaches every shore.
He preens and struts, oh what a sight,
In his own mind, he’s shining bright.
We man our stand, wallets light,
When Sascha appears – what a sight!
Hours he lingers, „helpful“ soul,
Dispensing „wisdom“ is his goal.
His Instagram scrolled, a mechanic’s wet dream,
Bus renovations in a never-ending stream.
Portraits? No. Yet he knows all he thinks,
This photo-guru-wannabe sphinx.
Oh Daniel, Sascha, photo „stars,“
Your egos could propel cars.
You think you’re Beyoncé with a lens?
You’re just dudes with cameras, dense.
A woman’s view on this male show:
Tech-obsessed egos overflow.
Mansplaining, strutting, sexist jeers,
I’d rather earn cash than waste my years.
(Analoge Fotos: Horizont Panoramakamera, FP4+, Pyro-Entwickler, unten dann Handyfotos. Ja, schon wieder ein Gedicht. Ist mein Blog, da kann ich ranten und dichten wie ich will. Namen und Ereignisse sind zufällig gewählt und eh a Späßle.)
