LEAVING HELL

Twisted world where artists bend backwards for benefactors And victims are to be blamed as bad actors My mind running all around Poetry is illegal unless you're under the underground Devious with determination Solitude is crowded by isolation Wandered wearily for several eternities Gaining acclaim, using fake names Vanishing by sunrise, committing to the wisdom of the unwise In buildings where if I wasn't a Performer, they wouldn't let me past the foyer Here I am pullin' spectacles for the uninitiated voyeurs But, bein' piss poor corrupted the discourse As power functions on a sliding scale, so you might as well So you might as well, you know what I'm sayin' And that's when I knew I'd found My way out of this hell And that's when I knew I'd found My way out of this hell Strivin' to be the type of poet Lorca was When one turns their back to lead the orchestra Black Orpheus, Kepler octahedron Happy recent, eyes buggin' like Jackie Gleason To witness true wonder, that's the reason That's the reason One time I was doo-dooin' at a gas station and I Read on the stall, you know, on the wall "What's the purpose of life?" And someone had actually wrote back, it said: "To be the eyes, the ears, And consciousness of the creator of the universe. You fool!" And that's when I knew I'd found My way out of this hell Break it down, break it down And that's when I knew I'd found My way out of this hell Thank you, thank you art, thank you music And that's when I knew I'd found My way out of this hell