Copyright and Comedy .. .

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I, a radiohead
hear voices
I hear peoples screams

live peoples nightmares
water board cruelty
splints under nails

humanity is not holy
it has no compassion
who can own a feeling?

I am a charlatan
making crazy rules
stealing what should not matter

who sells emotion at the door
artists freedoms
rhymes, schemes, seasons?

I am an oasis
in the crumbling desert
a pack of well-thumbed cards

water collected in a butt
a crystal stream
on a craggy mountain top

I am caravan
hired out cheap for the day
shared with my lover

where the crows now gather
on the rivet roof
we are fully woke up

I am rolling stone
always moving on
the name I use already chosen

names cannot be swallowed
no credits given
Pubilius Syrus was here in 1023

I, the pumpkin smashed
lies empty on the floor
the festival was here long before

everything it seems is fake
nothing is what it seems
who would pay a bent cent for their own dreams?


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