artists?

Tolerating the pestering of poetasters is a formidable task.
But some times they are also helpful to the society. If a police inspector is one among them, the criminals who are caught would fear more for his recitations at the station than the punishment the court awards. A drop in crime rate would be the outcome. Line crossings, driving without helmets, crossing the speed limit and so on would certainly come down, the recitals would be more effective than the penalties.
There is also a way to escape from them but with a cost. When a master storyteller approaches you with a plagiarized plot or a boring story, lend him not your ear but a hundred rupees or two, and then onwards he would always run away from you. Decide the amount of which your predator is worth. Or pester him in reverse by asking for an insurance policy or a donation to a charity. He would vanish when you are sighted.
Can a drink mixed with an adhesive ‘that can join everything but broken hearts’ make one mum?
Before a phony painter shows you his masterpiece, you ask him whether he has drawn it by spattering on the canvas with pan spit.