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Writing Machine
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: Chicago
Gender: Male
Posts: 1,569
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Postmodern Jazz
Firstly, I know this piece is on the rough side, and would appreciate any criticism towards making it better. Secondly, this is meant to complement a poem I posed in the poetry forums called "Postmodern Blues", so if you want some perspective on this, I suggest you read that one. It is an ironic counter to that particular work. Thirdly, do not mistake the title to mean that this is a jazz piece...it is not...I would like to think that it is more hip-hop. Thats all...here goes.
Composing quiet speeches during work,
I tried to write it down while driving a forklift,
A politician working the crowd like a collective phallus,
Living amongst the crows in a giant fantasy palace,
Searching for feminine fate that wouldn’t give up the ass,
Splashed across the pages like so much grey matter,
It doesn’t matter, never did, so I give up, watching it splatter,
Graft it all together in another Frankenstein chapter.
PSYCH, it’s the postmodern praise,
Yeah, its just another day,
I live to work and work to play,
It’s the beginning of an entirely new phase,
I enjoy watching you break as I am racking in the dough,
Torturing you slow as I go with the flow!
In another life I lived as a scientist,
Composing atom bombs from various stones and sticks,
The explosion is beautiful, brings tears to my eyes,
As I masturbate to lies with penis scaffolding,
And I climax to the erosion of societal morals,
Watch the plot unfold to the gods you’ve unrolled,
But it’s too late now, I’ve built an idol out of Anna Nicole,
At my whim, now, you stop and go,
Like a lemming plummeting off of the Sears Tower,
I order your friends to your death, drunk on the power!
Truth is indeed what the masses believe,
What other mode of truth could there possibly be?
And what is wrong is the minority,
Drunk on dope, and vegetarianism,
We the people drink our beer and eat our meat content,
Holding the rest of you pitiful barbarians in contempt.
Art isn’t dead, it’s just mass produced,
For the benefit of the masses who can find for it a use,
There is no ruse, no conspiracy, no fallacy inherent in our doings,
So don’t harbor misgivings about the lives were are living.
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