Who are the people you’re writing for?
Your zines, pamphlets and posters galore.
Critiquing everything and everyone
Scrawling away, no time for fun
Who are the people you’re writing for?
Will I find them on the factory floor?
Are they the people who didn’t go to school?
They’re the ones who think you’re a fool
Scrawling away, no time for fun
All your passions are made for one
Forget the factory floor
Its not the market you’re working for
Backyard guru, mother’s special son
You know you work to be the chosen one.
- Republished on Moak*
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