I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by blandness
MTV spoken word tour; sewn up vaginas;
dismembered penises, poetry slams
featuring dickless, cuntless verse
spewed by genderless eunuchs
all in the name of advancing pop culture
for lamebrained, gutless pansies
trying to rap out poems
to the underage audiences
running around pretending it’s deep
yeah, Henry Rollins,
16 year olds think you’re deep
but we falsify the nature of the beast
mindless infidels, staggering drunks
The feasts that were promise
were never delivered by corporate—
yes, corporate MTV execs
pathetically trying to be hip
& failing miserably in the effort;
Timid poets pointing a finger at me
while I raise the finger at them;
All the yuppified, glorified culture
Jim Morrison wannabees and white boys
trying to rap like wiggas
without a clue about riddum
and the ever so sensitive—
ever so sensitive political correctness;
worrying about Bill and Hillary
or trying to eliminate sexuality
It’s all a crock of shit to me
Don’t have an alcoholic drink
make it water with a lemon twist
Try to create a giant rubber room
out of this glorious planet
so our Volvo’s and Saabs
can run freely in peaced
hide inside petty rhetoric
allow tv producers to think for us—
can’t actually expect us
to actually think for ourselves
figure out how not to offend
while pretending to be radical poets
those people cutting into my scheme;
but don’t think I don’t know it
only I admit it up front
that it’s 90% art, 10% pretense
or maybe the other way around
I just cling to my insanity
but it slips through my fingers
It, like sand beaches, is eroding
I am falling prey to the plague
but I try not to be defeated
try not to be like everyone else
It is a desperate, lonely plight
but not without its charms
as I keep the candle lit
and burn passionately through the night
determined to escape the fate
of albatrosses & other fallen angels
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1082993
5-7-95
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