My culture is bullshit and
So is yours,
But mine and
we share it of course,
is dominant.
Yours is awesome and
weird and just as violent and
pointless and brutal and
misguided, but
Yours is so much
more eclectic.
Dancing and songs and
The importance of family
and you didn't invent sweaters, so
you get to opt into
wearing them.
And commercialization has come and
not left,
but it's not like every facet of
your culture has been
spewed across the Earth.
It's like I'm discovering
For the first time
and I can claim it's mine, just
Like those fore-bearers of my
culture did, and
continue to do.
If I'm true to my roots, I
guess I'd like to
conquer you, or at
the very least co-opt
your culture, and
corupt it's meaning through
commercialization.
Can it be helped, or
Must I recuse myself from
The pursuit?
My domination tendency has been,
bled out through
the spilling of others' culture.
My cup runneth over
with shit and piss,
And I never really learned to dance
and love.
All I can offer is rugged
Individualism, a culture that
corrupts and
histories of depression,
a mold for the world to grow into,
my perspective shapes collectively shared by
millions.
11.02.2010
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