inspiration to create

comes best from those who consider themselves
two-bit, fucked up, failures,
but still churn on doing what they do
as if after those last final breaths,
somewhere along the line,
like those who lost ears or who simply died nameless
burning away in the pages of history books,
there will be a hint of genius in the distant future recognized
when it matters not in the least
(like it ever mattered before)---
best from those who spit on convention
who shit on the training provided by those that want to insist on
the way that things are
supposed to be done---
best to beat the want to be included
with a 4x4 with long rusty nails knocked through it
best to slice up the yearning to “be somebody”
with a ginsu made just for the occasion &
most of all,
best to listen to those that have been there,
who are still there & who have “never amounted to nothing,”
as those who think that they have
will chant in unison until their dying day
(which will be cast on every major network & publicly mourned for at least a week by the mass).