HALLOWED HALLS OF HIPDOM

I am my own man, I say what I feel.
I am as unique as you teach me to be.

I initiate me into those hallowed halls of hipdom,
where WE see what they don’t.
Where our pain should be their pain.
Where our rage should be their rage.
Those Hallowed Halls where
we don’t care, we don’t feel, we just respond
within our union of artists as one celled Amoebas
that respond unconsciously to a ray of light or a ray of darkness.

We are deep -- you don’t get it.
We are individuals -- You don’t get it.
We think for ourselves -- and so do you.
So, do what I say man.