How a Neo-Liberal Tells You to Watch Your Fucking Mouth: An Experimental Work
(By Walter Beck)
“I say, be yourself, and get your message across, and just try and respect the room dynamic; it’s very quiet, and has high ceilings and it’s laidback. I don’t want to restrict artists, but try not to be filthy I guess.” –Unnamed promoter at an unnamed joint.
Half-assed and no guts; a good conservative would call me an anarchist, a communist, even the anti-Christ, they’d say I was the living embodiment of what’s wrong with the youth of America and accuse me of polluting the future generations, they would try to shut me up or get me banned, they ain’t afraid of a shirtless young punk with a loaded mic in his hand.
Coffee joint hipsters bitch of multi-national corporations, no fear facing a faceless enemy, but too scared to tell one-crazed rock n roll poet to watch his mouth on the stage.
They don’t want me to ruin their vibes, such a fragile ecosystem that one well-placed middle finger would mean complete extinction.
"a shirtless young punk with a loaded mic in his hand" is a swoon inducingly good visualization.
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