I like following the rise of entertainers careers while they struggle to make it, I like to know everything about them, and if enough information isn’t available, then tabloids will be sufficient. I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs (but my body and mind wont allow me to take them). I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker who’s existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting (pushing) their embarrassingly, pathetic versions of their work (on to the public). I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others peoples poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to swim. I like to be with my friends. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male.
I love to sleep. I like to fill my mouth with seeds and spit them out at random as I walk. I like to taunt small, barking dogs in parked cars. I like to make people feel happy and superior in their reaction towards my appearance. I like to feel prejudice towards people who are prejudice. I like to make incisions into the belly of infants then f**k the incision until the child dies.
I like to dream that someday we will have the sense of generational solidarity amongst the youth of the world. I like to make insidious strong options with nothing to back them up with besides my primary sincerity.
I like sincerity. I lack sincerity. These are not opinions, these are not words of wisdom, this is a disclaimer, a disclaimer for my lack of education, for my loss of inspiration, for my unnerving quest for affection and my perfunctory shamefulness towards many who are of my relative age. It’s not even a poem. It’s just a big pile of s**t. Like me.
I like to complain and do nothing to make things better. I like to blame my parents generation for coming so close to social change then giving up after a few successful efforts by the media and government to deface the movement by using masons and other hippie representatives as propaganda examples on how they were nothing but unpatriotic, communist, satanic, un-human diseases and in turn the baby boomers become the ultimate, conforming, yuppie hypocrites a generation has ever produced.
I like to live calmly and rationally discuss my views in a conformist manor even though I consider myself to the extreme left.
I like to infiltrate the mechanics of a system by posing as one of them, then slowly start the rot from the inside of the empire. I like to assassinate the lesser creator of two evils.
I like to impeach God.
I like to abort Christ.
I like to f**k sheep.
I like the comfort in knowing that women are generally superior and naturally less violent than men. I like the comfort in knowing that women are the only future in rock and roll. I like the comfort in knowing that the afro- American invented rock and roll yet has only been rewarded or awarded for their accomplishments when conforming the white mans standards.
I like the comfort in knowing that the afro- American has once again been the only race that has brought a new form of original music to this decade (ie. Hip hop/rap)
