I am Cobain’s scattered brains on The Beatle’s White Album
I am Lil Wayne’s software auto-correcting Beethoven’s antisocial behavior
I am Warhol’s glasses as he gets pounded by Monroe with a diamond studded strap on
I am a pack of Tropical Skittles next to Sinatra’s deathbed on the cover of STAR
I am Bill O’Reilly’s bed sheets after a Gaga wet dream
I am Robert Johnson’s guitar being purchased with a Rolling Stone’s credit card
I am the missing tooth in the smile of a Folsom inmate
My message is meaningless and your opinion is priceless
We are everything. There is nothing filling in space between empty skies.
