[as our scene begins, I am staring at the statue of liberty,
who is sitting on the secondhand ikea futon in my living room...
I have a look of frustration on my face; she speaks]
AMERICA: "why you lookin' at me like that Raven?"
ME: "cause man, American capitalist system built on meritocracy myth, if I had known you were going to do me like this, I would have never stepped to you from the giddy up."
AMERICA: "well if I had known you weren't going to provide for me, I wouldn't have talked to you anyways. Straight up. I thought you was the Greatest Artist Alive. But I guess I was wrong."
ME: "hmm. I wonder if my grandpops and pops went through things like this back in the day. Cause man, this ain't worth it."
[boom bap beat fades as I disappear into the mountains, never to be heard from again, after hopefully creating a semi-autonomous zone, rather than just being eaten by the mountain demons born from the bat monster/mothman]
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