Posted by Malrow Winslow Tyler is a fictitious coffee house entertainer in his mid fifties. He eeks out a living traveling a circuit of coffee houses in Michigan, Indiana and Ohio. He likes to ad lib his lyrics to go along with an electric guitar through a Marshall amplifier. I happened to catch him a couple times at an independent shop in a fictitious town in Michigan and thought these lyrics were kind of interesting. When I attempted to talk to him about the meaning behind them he was watching a Detroit Tigers baseball game and only wanted to talk baseball. If you see him, he would be grateful for an occasional free cinnamon vanilla latte.
Right from the start
inarticulate reaction
Anger praised spreads rage
dividing factions
What’s cornered nurture’s bust and
kept the baby from mother’s milk
What spoons out our trust
in exemplary fashion
based on a priori pretension
that we’re all criminals
free on condition
It seems that when the who becomes the what
we’re made to pray and to rebut
the conjectures of tribulation
But circumstances warrant circumspection
of the merits of convention
when the symbol is wealthy Job
and not the poorest in the dominion.
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