The God men of shiney shoes with black ties
create art from the vision of the lie - the depth of art.
Shiney shoes, record man, rap man, rock man.
Selling us the recipe for power and control of the song cycle.

The song cycle married with the dust of empty syntax
and cued with clever colloqialisms.    Colloqialisms that
cue the universal language of   art and expression.
Expressions like, "MUTHERFUCKER, DON'T DISS ME," and,
"I GOTTA RIGHT MAN!"

The illusion of the artists purging his forefathers rage and anger
in exchange for the check from the shiney shoes -
the God man - the controller of art for his sheep.

This rage in turn feeds the fire of the engine of the
shiney shoes. The shiney shoes selling the world
freedom,  rightousness,  pain,  and hate as the vehicle
for art, depth, soul, and beauty.

'Only your rage is your soul,' say the shiney shoes.
"And your rage is my rage."
"And our rage, is a rage we can bank on!"

This rage need not resolve. Remember that
rage is art!   Rage is depth!   And rage is the soul
that fuels the fire of the money engine.
The money engine that drives us to immortality and the 3 minute
celebration of glory, all glory to the song cycle on MTV!

So, steal the images of Dylan Thomas
medicating himself with milk, and a shot of scotch,
or maybe a toot of crack,
and rage into that good night!
Rage for yourself!   Rage for the adman!!
Rage for the shiney shoes that materialize
artistic expression to an easily    editable    sound bite.

A bite that brings us omnipotence,
omnipresence, glory, love and Nirvana.
Nirvana for the moment!!
Nirvana lasting only as long as our rage,
that brings shouts of: "all hail MUTHERFUCKER,
DISSIN' ME, AND SEE WHAT I'M SAYIN' !!!!!"