the scarab speaks

jazz is dred 
america is dred
low-fat is a lie
you cover dead people with lye  

i don’t play the piano 

i play a box with a big metal board in it  

upon which a series of strings is stretched 
and made to resonate individually or collectively 

by means of a felt-tipped hammer strike 

piano is such a confining label 

nature is not nurture 

almond butter is very expensive 

the world will never stop turning 
i’m getting a fixed gear bicycle 

some say jazz 

some say the rent’s too damn high 

some say mares eat oats 

and some say hi