by Martin Anton Smith
I am an Arty type,
I’ve drawn, painted, played music, & written stuff.
I self-sabotage – but that’s just another (unpublished) story.
But weirdly for an Arty type,
I look after my health & fitness.
I also now work with my hands.
So I’m in pretty good shape.
I could almost pass for a personal trainer.
This is a problem.
For for others, i.e. normies – I confuse them.
They feel they are not getting what they are buying.
They want a fellow unthinking normie jock.
But in me they get an overthinker;
A non-fiction & literature type book reader;
A night owl-late-rising “slacker”;
A “conspiracy theorist”;
A guy who can’t ever keep his room clean long;
Someone who can’t be easily brainwashed;
Someone who can think properly;
Someone who knows that Slavery never ended –
Only expanded to include everyone,
The fact hidden via ubiquitous airwave mantras;
Someone who knows that Brainwashing is the real economic currency on Earth;
So given all the above – most soon grow to hate me.
They wanted their real bona fide Jock,
Their unthinking buff personal trainer,
Their ardent careerist who thinks they’ll soon ‘get there’,
If only they’d work more hours in the office.
Someone who’d agree with their goon-scripted banalities & frivolities.
Someone who’d agree with ‘The Programming’.
Well I’m sorry that I falsely advertised myself visually.
But to nick the soon-to-be-forgotten cliche line –
From the finally soon-to-be-forgotten Bob Dylan,
That ain’t me babe,
No No No,
That ain’t me babe,
That ain’t me your looking for.
(Note: The ‘that aint me babe’ cliche works only if you also sing the line)
I know I’m breaking the artistic rules by being Arty AND Fit,
But there’s a good reason for it.
I liked Science & Maths before I liked Art.
You see, being fit simply makes sense,
If you have to still live in the physical world.
We are far too obsessed with our petty in-groups,
Where to be admitted into supposed ‘rebellion’,
You have to wear the right uniform.
And so I ask of you:
Why would a person who can truly act & think freely,
Ever agree to such a monstrosity?
So I will continue to look like a jock,
Despite the mass disappointment it engenders.
If only I’d make better art.
But again,
That’s just another (unpublished) story.
Anton Martin Smith Writer 