the young record producer

s/he came from some other place to

nestle in NYC & try to make it big off

other people’s talent---

they stroll through the open mikes, nightly,

and make themselves known at small shows

where the naïve transplants who want to be

the next big thing

come to nestle themselves &

stroke their jupiter sized egos---

the young record producer has a few references to themselves

on obscure albums that

no one in their right mind know exist &

they use this as leverage to lure in business partners who will

spend time, energy & money

with them, in this pathetic attempt at

profiting off others

who do things for the pure necessity of survival through

art &

not to be sodomized & raped

by commercial vultures

such as this roaming twit.

 

every handshake

has nothing to do with a personal connection of any kind

people are there at said young record producer’s disposal

to exploit & amass,

so that they can add up the names & vomit them out

on the next unfortunate person

who might show any interest at all

in what might be offered by the little “business”

that this person has begun &

they act as if you couldn’t throw a rock, blindfolded,

and hit someone just like them

in a town full of bob dylans, ani difrancos &

lady gagas

all trying to w***e themselves out

before they get a muffin top or their hair goes gray.