You know Rick Rubin once said that he absolutely does not make music to please any particular audience. And I’m sure that’s based on a foundation of truth. I know Rick does make a lot of concessions for the mass-popularity-potential of what he produced. He has produced some really bad records, but if you have a long career and you’re prolific, that’s going to happen, especially with record company contracts and people above you dictating things like which projects you are required to work on. There’s all sorts of that stuff. I never want to be any part of the Music Industry.

But I don’t write poetry to please any particular audience. I write it to make me happy, or God, who is me. And I figure that if I do that, it’s going to translate to other people and they will be able to feel the emotion I felt when I wrote it, and it’s going to impact them. So that’s what this is. I wrote a story that I wanted to hear. It’s a work of fiction, naturally.

I found a dog today
In the woods
A good ways into
The depth of them.

It wanted to play
And i figured I could
So I found a stone
And threw it for him.

This mutt must have been
My childhood dog,
Goonie,
Reincarnated.
Because danged if he didn’t
Fetch that stone,
I didn’t need it translated.