There’s this song in my head,
and I’m waiting for it,
to be loud and clear.
Wanting to hear the sweet music;
dance to the rhythms of my success.
Float on those powerful waves.

But what I mostly hear,
is that, scum-sucking-gonna-get-me-some-
-hype-filled-read-all-about-it-business-fuck-white-noise.
And that shit’s loud, man.
It gets into your shirt, man.
Until you perform with the norm.
You know
marry rich, invest well, buy a house, vote Republican,
watch TV, and believe what all that “common wisdom” bullshit,
does to your fear and guilt, man.

But I ain’t gonna hear that shit.
I ain’t gonna sing that white song of suppression.
I ain’t gonna reach out and fuck someone,
to please the stockholders.

Instead I will raise my right hand.
And I will pledge allegiance to the edge;
to the furthest part of my ability.
And to the song which is in my head,
I will dance and sing like a silly damn fool.
Dig It!

-ERK
4/1/95
11:00 pm