I wrote this a while back, and it's posted on my deviantArt
page...so thought I had better add it here as well.


Black Coffee and Henry

Never fails.
Here I sit
in the morning after
playing Henry's words
for yet another convert,
and I'm thinking
and mad
and unwilling
to let myself be overcome
by the mediocre drivel
that THEY
say is good, and normal, and
safe for my consumption.

Who the hell do THEY
think they are anyway?
Do they live down here?
Do they know what it's like
to live hand to mouth
out of the back of
someone's van,
or what it's like
to have to hope that
you don't fall apart
before you can afford
to see a doctor?

THEY have no idea
all they care about
is taking our money
and turning it against us
making our brains rot
and fall through the cracks.

I AM NOT AN IDIOT!
I AM A DIGNIFIED HUMAN BEING!
I BUST MY ASS SO THEY CAN HAVE
ALL OF THE CRAP I DON'T EVEN DREAM ABOUT!!!

Keep your fucking khaki clad, suburbanite,
GAP nation mentality to yourself.
I don't want it.
I don't need it.
I don't have to fit to be happy...
I have balls of my own.
I want to live,
and think, and create with the freedom
that we...as the minds we are...deserve.

So don't think for one moment
that you have me figured out.
Don't think for a single instant
that I have relegated myself
to statistic status.

FUCK YOU...
and your corporations....
and your prime time ads...
and your superbowl sundays...
and your ratings and national sponsors.

Go without for once in your life...
and pay your dues like everyone else.