Good Art Sucks

There’s poetry bleating

Out of the concrete

Here

Speaking

Plainly

GOOD ART SUCKS

Fuck it create shit

Make mistakes. Blame it on the rain intercepting brain waves

Society needs to learn how to accept the subjective

give opinions where needed don’t object to someone else’s

outlet in a mode of silence that reeks of pretentious

jealousy encapsulated by your own self consciousness.

It’s not our fault you’re trapped like a rat in the cardboard

cage we burned, done away with, ashes of repetition

dull as dishwater, deadly colorless pollution

We did away with your ideas of yesterday today is the day

To kill the notion that everything works in a system

Breaking News

It is meant to be broken our youth

was born to be outspoken

We are a liquid generation

Our forms do not retain a certain shape a certain color a certain value a certain method a certain system

We do not drink from the fountain when told. We wait

until our throats are clawing to release the

syllables caught behind sore tonsils

Not to mimic what the sheep repeat

Filling the streets filling the sidewalks

filling the buildings filling the murals filling the

potholes filling the wino’s empty bottles

Subliminal messages filling you up

All the way to heaven’s gates

This electric energy that doesn’t rest

Not even on lazy Sundays.

Rhiannon || Yeti Youngblood