And we’re just following the flock
Around and in-between
Before we’re smashed to smithereens, like they were
Then we scramble from the blame
Rest in peace, dear John ☮ (October 9, 1940 – December 8, 1980)
"And, because my role in society —or any artist or poet’s role— is to try to express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel, not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all. And it’s like that’s the job of the artist in society, not to… they’re not some alienated being living on the outskirts of town. It’s fine to live on the outskirts of town, but artists must reflect what we all are. I feel that artists are that: they’re reflections of society… Mirrors.”
what came first? the chicken or the dickhead?
how deep is too deep?
who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
was it a Mecca Dauber or a betting pencil?
will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?