you know, after collecting an obscure library of music,
i feel nothing for the MP3 highwaymen
of Napster et al.,
being the forager on the internet from time to time
for the diamond berries,
then from time to time turning the radio on
and relaxing with these high brow moral airs
on the backseat with a d.j. surprising me -
like any man respecting the arts, i'd tell these
MP3 thieves to turn on the radio from time to time,
but, oh wait... they haven't invested in music,
so i guess listening to the radio would be
like running stark naked on a football pitch.
****! no pause, and i'm about to refill -
absolute, or ageing with 40 year old's nostalgia
concerning Brit-Pop and their older brother's or uncles
tastes; match-made-in-heaven.