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Jul 2017
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-****** 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.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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