Hip Cat
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1 min readDec 7, 2017
Yes…
Tonight
I’m a hip cat
Baby
Burn, baby, burn
Watch the world turn
No dice
Head full of lies
Cornbread
Left for dead
High on the way
on my highway
to hell
is being alone
abandoned
lost
shunned.
Shun the non-believer!
But believer in what?
God?
Can you hear me?
Nothing.
From dust to dust
Add water
And I am mud
A mud person
Dirty
Untouchable
Flying through the galaxy
On a ball of mud.
This is a piece of performance art. In 2016, I was fooling around with some of my computer’s built-in “robot” voices, and I thought that one, in particular, had the perfect ennui for a beatnik poet.
All music composed by me.
