Itch Itch Scratch Scratch Poem by Dean Meredith
Itch Itch Scratch Scratch
We're talking to ourselves
But do we really listen?
Artists of all sorts
Or so called
The habits
The usual days
Go through that
Every bleak horror
Try to imitate it
Completely sober
Completely sterile
On your YouTube channel
Take a few
Gullible enthusiasts
With you
For the ride
That's art
You've got it
You've shared it
Made it accessible
Made it wholly
Prefabricated
Almost sale-able
To the masses
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