Justin Kopp


Give It Some Justice


To write a poem is to lie to them as best as you can while telling the truth
The whole time
What are forced are the lily whites
The advertisements
The bar bands
The tag-a-longs
They all dig their feet into the same mud that they pump our shit in to
They almost leave no room for the art that works
Their shit is what society digs into for the gems
So let them
Their art ceases to exist beyond the shallow claps and record setting thin TV screens
It's that fluid helpless creation capitalization of wasted efforts
Clichés that do no good unless money is involved
Then it turns the world upside down
While I want to tear it apart

Submitted: Friday, July 27, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 27, 2012

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