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From the album "from oblivion"

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No one comes to prominence
without the force of myth,
and people only go as far
as the people they are with.

Shit floats to the surface,
but the media make it seem
as though only the best of milk
could make such fine brown cream.

Try to do it otherwise,
but the system can’t be bucked.
Can’t we now admit that
Bob Dylan really sucked?

Market forces which exploit
our desires and our fears
prompt us as to what is “good”
and to get in line with peers.

It could be called conditioning,
but it’s really much more subtle,
as though, all one’s life, it’s fed
by drip-feed up the butthole,

like slightest strokes on gonads,
as in slo-mo we’re all fucked.
Ain’t it time we all admit
Bob Dylan always sucked?

Visit Woody Guthrie
as he’s dying in his bed,
and have it documented
to inherit all his cred,

and steal a poet laureate’s name
that doesn’t sound Semitic,
and have a team of publicists
coaching every critic.

Fifty years ago, you shoulda
died beneath a truck,
but somehow, you’re still at it –
Bob Dylan, you still suck.

© 2016 Steve Fitch / My Music by Me Music (BMI)

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from I let you tell me when to start and you tell me when you're done (a My Music by Me Music sampler), released June 19, 2016
Words, music, recording © 2016 Steve Fitch / My Music by Me Music (BMI)

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