Feel the pounding beat
As the hammer falls
Prepare for the sound of things to come
See the moving feat
Heed the caterwauls
Highs and lows define the medium
We are what we eat
Lowbrows with highballs
No longer sustained with pabulum
Inhale fragrance sweet
The cloying appalls
To the subtle chemistry succumb
Listen to the street
Nothing found in malls
Overcome market delirium
On an off-balance sheet
Mental momentum stalls
Define our own equilibrium
Art a hammer used to shape us
Not to replicate us as we are
Such distinctions can escape us
Seeking our reflection in a star
Reshaping convention
Art in reinvention
Leaving all pretension at the door
Applying dimension
Creative intervention
Really just to mention what it’s for
Belief in suspension
Logic in ascension
No reason for tension anymore
Art the mind’s extension
In apathy’s prevention
No longer inattention to the score
Art a hammer used to shape us
Not to replicate us as we are
Does an artist merely ape us
Vapid becoming our repertoire
Pound for pound
The best around
Beat for beat
Know no retreat
Blow for blow
Buy now you know
Slam for slam
We’re in a jam
Art a hammer that will bend us
To the ever creative mind
To extrude and to extend us
Art how our culture is defined
Art the hammer that will form us
Products of inelegant design
No more truth to misinform us
Where the line forms outside of the line
© 2015 Arturo Hammer 1/14/15