The Anti-Cash-Cow Moos On

To all you media musketeers
who decided late one brillant night
to wrap up a single generation
into one shiny sleek marketing package-- smooth and appealing
and stamp an abstract x on it's side
you are mistaken- you can not generalize this generation

and while this may complicate 
your plans for marketing genious-ity

(what next? considering the existence of the "individual"?!
a being not of the masses?!)

Too bad- I am not this mindless zombie that you wish me to be
that you can sell your pop song and dance to

You can not shove your ideals of beauty down this throat
I am better then airbrushed and Silicone. I am myself. Thinking.
Gaze at me strangly- for I do not fit your mold 
I choose to make my own standards and templates.. for this. this is beauty. for me.

Go ahead,
stamp the word "hero" on some dead troubadour/singer's forehead....
and the world agrees
on their knees as they worship some romanticized memory 
all because some media musketeer stamped the word "hero" on his forehead
and no one has the nerve to say he talented but ordinary- a mortal
that dead trobadour/singer and his forehead was never MY hero
just because I am part of this generation. 

(I'm sure he was nice but I never knew the guy
and although I felt bad for his wife- when he died - suicide
his death did not cause utmost despair in my life
when I heard the news my only thought was
"how ironic that his death has made him immortal"
all the sudden he was of vast importance to the world
all the sudden his style and apparel was the new thing
the hottest and must have look for the new york runways and scene
the topic of "artistic documentaries")

and someone somewhere stamped 
some psuedo-sentimental sentiment like
"voice of a generation" 
when in truth he was only the voice of himself. just another human being.
now a face captured for the vast memorbelia and profit
now a sage! a sound! a bible to be read! a prophet to believe! 
for to understand his verse
is to understand everything that doesn't make sense in the young world, right? 
wrong.

what is this strange fetish 
you have with making everything neat
having shallow explantions that are simple and pretty
easy to digest like leave it to beaver and other sugar coated realities

Perhaps it scares our society just a little bit less to have these meaningless explanations
like religions that "explains" god and the afterlife
like the frantic scapegoating of musicians in moments of mystery and crisis
because it's oh so easy to blame and beleive in the surface

Well...
I, sir am not buying it
No, you'll have to do better then that.
for I, sir am not for the labeling
I, madame am ever changing
I, you see, am re-arranging the accepted perspective
of your society

we all do, when we dare to be ourselves
when we dare to be true to what we feel and what we are
and only then shall we succeed when we look past the shiny package and surface
down to the gritty bottom ... down to the root- down to the truth
which never looks as "pretty" (though I find it greatly beautiful) 
the truth is never as easy to take. 
Yes the truth isn't always glamamourus and brave
but it's far more satisfying then this sleek and shiny waste 
and all this crap that we praise 

My words.
My words are the anti-cash cow in your marketing scheme
I am the voice of myself
and while others may relate - others may agree
I can and do only speak for me.