Journal: Poem about RIAA/Consumer conflict

Here is a poem I just wrote about this situation. Perhaps I'll turn it into a song...

OIL and VINEGAR

A 12 year old is a criminal
In our world today
Glad to know millionaires
Will get their pay

Stop doing pushups
On the youth gone wild
For they are our future
Our destiny, our style

Our era is spiraling into
A depressing and cosmic end
Glad to know
Oil and vinegar still don't blend

See my behavior can't be quantified
Through benchmarks and tests
My spirit wisps around
And for that I am blessed

I should thank Bush
For making me see
That his world is one
That cannot encompass me.

Give me art and life
Soul food and death
Over any Homeland Security
Or any school test.

For that is what
Humans do best
Morphing and twisting
And shaping all the rest.

In two to six years
We'll decide another fate
Until then I build
My foundation of hate.

Ah but a wise man said
In the hotel bar
With a cigarette and a scotch
And a jazz band afar...

You learn more
from your enemies
Than you do from friends.

You learn more
from your enemies
Than you do from friends.

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