Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I know people so arrogant
they think they know me,
they preach to me, flim flam
fleeces with pretty mouths
glaring gold teeth, that
self-absorbed gleam of wiki-wisdom
gigolo gurus with a stocked
arsenal of new age buzz words,
a portfolio of all the best How-To
schlock that bores me to weeping,
my head is full of wailing guitars
thumping bass, organs stoked by fingers
wide open for penetration, cells drop
their robes, and I see the raw guts
and they say to me, take me here and now...
I understand, I must keep the jam alive

Punchy poem. Enjoyed.

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