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cheapskates: what a nice, and at the same time privy word....     recognised within the framework of people           who don't bother to pay for art... because they think, well, they don't exactly think with any orthodox care to state a fact...     this is going down the rough & tumble...         people stop paying for art,    they stop earning a soul... i can't blame them, but i also can't earn from them...    meaning they're neither appreciating nor consuming       the adequate response... the mob rule said: 20th century artists had too much fun...            am i going to side with chopin piano antics or that of sonny clark? d'uh... obviously the latter... imagine free cabbage, and free meats...    for some, ******* oblivious reason, there's free art...     at this point artists mighy as well cite herr ******   the "failed" artists... and that's implying a non-inclusive stance for the man regarded as a anti-jew-psycho with a jewish girlfriend that was eva braun... christianity has no other patron saint of artists, other than kinder adolf...   fa-king irony...                  as far as the current zeitgeist states: thieving is o.k.,           stealing is smart...           so, stop, complaining, you, dumb, *** ******* whether, you, like, or, don't, like, the karaoke, import, into mainstream, media: i just hope you choke on this cultural output,    and take it like a ***** that i know you are;   i hate cheapskates...                   i just imagine these people having as much knowledge of music, as the music farmers used to hear, i.e.: grunts of horses, snorting of pigs, clucking / clocking in of chickens...                never, in the history of man has stealing become so normalißed... so nonchalant...                 up yours and the a.i. cherokee algorithm...                                what a bunch of wanks and yanks put together...   you just feel like               smashing them with the edge of a cricket bat...    till they resemble a crimson balloon stuffed with plums.
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
cheapskates
cheapskates: what a nice, and at the same time privy word....     recognised within the framework of people           who don't bother to pay for art... because they think, well, they don't exactly think with any orthodox care to state a fact...     this is going down the rough & tumble...         people stop paying for art,    they stop earning a soul... i can't blame them, but i also can't earn from them...    meaning they're neither appreciating nor consuming       the adequate response... the mob rule said: 20th century artists had too much fun...            am i going to side with chopin piano antics or that of sonny clark? d'uh... obviously the latter... imagine free cabbage, and free meats...    for some, ******* oblivious reason, there's free art...     at this point artists mighy as well cite herr ******   the "failed" artists... and that's implying a non-inclusive stance for the man regarded as a anti-jew-psycho with a jewish girlfriend that was eva braun... christianity has no other patron saint of artists, other than kinder adolf...   fa-king irony...                  as far as the current zeitgeist states: thieving is o.k.,           stealing is smart...           so, stop, complaining, you, dumb, *** ******* whether, you, like, or, don't, like, the karaoke, import, into mainstream, media: i just hope you choke on this cultural output,    and take it like a ***** that i know you are;   i hate cheapskates...                   i just imagine these people having as much knowledge of music, as the music farmers used to hear, i.e.: grunts of horses, snorting of pigs, clucking / clocking in of chickens...                never, in the history of man has stealing become so normalißed... so nonchalant...                 up yours and the a.i. cherokee algorithm...                                what a bunch of wanks and yanks put together...   you just feel like               smashing them with the edge of a cricket bat...    till they resemble a crimson balloon stuffed with plums.
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Jul 14, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
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