A Letter to the Purists

Industry opportunity-
so much for
buffoonery.
I've always known I'm just a clown and
frankly
can't help but to hang around.
Nourished by the grace of the
"Genius of The Crowd"
I
espouse
all of me with erroneously
hopeful cohesion and
unity.


Thus for the sole positive instance
megalomaniacal
pomposity of the artist,
low to the ground–
nose of a hound
scouring the air,
rising briefly to inspect his
surroundings,
and promptly
returning
to the
scent.