How It Is

Fly me to the moon, dear I want to be closer to the stars and away from the cluttered scum here on Earth, where it's all about poverty, prostitution, progress, and preventing disease and overthrowing dictators We've got no more great artists, they all fell into the gutters and got drunk on the low lives they saw there. Nothing is beautiful it's all been reproduced and given to the populace on plastic plates. Why should I go to a museum when I can see it on the web, where society is stuck, because there's no soul in art? Everyone is discrediting Di Vinci, 'cause that was the Dark Ages, what did they know? Spirituality is bought right off the shelves in WaldenBooks, where bright eyed neophytes are seduced by hardcover books with color pictures and small font they will never read all of. And that's how it is, because you know all you need to know from reading the bold text and the summaries of life.