Four Poems Jason Van Blaricom [Total Pages: 3] Van Blaricom Page 1 A Rare Occurrence What happens when you try to be an artist When you stop trying to make things for       yourself But start trying to make money Your everyday sentences start to cadence      annoyingly There is too much rhyming in everything you      say And every forced piece of work turns up shit Why be like them? Remember your purpose is to insult. Remember? You write because it's the only way to get back      at the stupid Make money (fucking one day maybe) and still      keep your self-respect Poetry is for mocking the ignorant and their      petty distractions Their pathetic ideas that art is for talking about      the everyday bullshit To remind them it's a philosophical instrument,      not a wall hanging It's not to be loved, it should make you angry You're insulted and throw it down as if it weren't      really talking about you, man It's disturbing, you can't get it out of your mind      and are pissed you had to pick up the damn      thing And now you have to read it again because it      makes so much sense you don't get it This time you concede he's not completely full of      shit It's upsetting and goes against everything you      believe in