Poets should be issued pistols and authorized to execute on sight those malignants
known as "buskers"—
street musicians with their caterwaul guitars and awful lyrics (all plagiarized from poets, of course)—
obscene disturbers of the peace.
In a just world, all songwriters, writers of song lyrics —let me change that term to tunesmiths, since they don't really write anything, do they, no, they steal and corrupt the words of poets—
In a just world posses of poets would treat criminals like Bruce Springsteen and Bob Dylan et al
the way rustlers were met in the old west: string them up from the nearest tree.
Benjamin Peret, or so I've read, would insult and hurl curses at priests when he passed them on the street—
not only should poets (and atheists in general) publicly vituperate the clergy,
we should extend that courtesy to any busker polluting the air of our towns—
we can't shoot them, unfortunately, but we can scream the truth at them as we walk by,
we can shout out the verdict of their iniquity: Thief! Vandal! etc.
As I've pointed out in many earlier posts on this blog,
poetry is (or should be) in a state of warfare with the other arts, all of whom oppress and exploit us—
but sadly all too many poets are quislings, class traitors disloyal to their comrades, constantly consorting with and supporting
our enemies. Which, I've noted several times, is not surprising given the lowly status of poets—
there are always slaves who will accomplice themselves to aid the master's oppression of their own suffering cohort—