Well, since I'm not into the sporcaccone music, I guess I'm not one of the "finest & highest minded poets" then. It seems unfair that I'm sitting around for 2 months trying to conceptualize a song, while you folks are pumping out stuff like this is 5 seconds flat. You're just like those shock "artists" in New York, making your weird little "art" forms, all the while calling those (like me) who would like to see something a little less base, prudes and art police and creativity smotherers, and who knows what else. Would you like to hurl some elephant dung at me too? For dung and other scatalogical garbage is all anyone seems to be an expert at anymore around here. And look at me! This place has slowly turned me into a restless, angry, self-loathing mess.

Sure, go ahead and have your little fun. Make yourselves happy with your little raunch-o-rama. See if I care.

--Mbo