(unfiltered shadow work/the fascist within)

There is no Buddha, no faith,
and no hope
If Hitler was a music critic, I’d be first off to the holocaust
Exterminate me
I’m a bad person, I’m subhuman
A toad is a better musician than me
And has more right to exist
My saxophone grunts like a pig
Down with all musician divas
and their fake egos and narcissistic desire for validation
If you haven’t practiced,
you shouldn’t get up on stage
and I won’t be giving charitable applause to any of you
An 11-year-old who just picked up the instrument two weeks ago is a better saxophonist than me
Non-judgmental music criticism is a fantasy:
a liberal hoax, sanitised optimism,
to obscure the tragedy of your musical failure
When Lesley says it’s fine, she means it’s horse shit
But apparently, she’s just being discerning and not judgmental – who knows what the difference is between those two things?
Our band should be called the entitled, awful musicians
Who aspire to be artists, but don’t have the capacity to do so, or the credibility
I’ll stop talking now, my mouth is a sewer tonight for some reason