i'm drowning in a sea of marketing buzzwords
and i'm puzzled by this, the last refuge of scoundrels:
"creatives" hunched over a light-pen
thinking (their way) out of the box they put themselves in
art-book flipping, "inspiration" is the linchpin
it's simply self-delusion to think that this is more
than aping thoughts off of the beaten track
this route brings home the bacon
careers built on faking / art-book flipping!
well, of course every excursion is going to be met
with resounding indifference: cosmic inattention.
even among my fellow black-sheep i maintain a heterochromic penchant
even among my fellow black-sheep i find the flock heard no mention
of how elastic our stiff prejudices grow when love comes once to bend them
but i'm not looking up for answers…
or at least i'm not stopping at the heavens.
and if we're looking for other life that's "intelligent"
i hope fermi & co. spare me
because i'm asking the same question…