Saturday, June 19, 2021

Happy Little Accident

If I had to ask one question

I’d ask Michael Stipe

How he feels about

“Shiny Happy People”

Being used in that

Bob Ross ad

I’m not sayin’

R.E.M.

Is highbrow art rock

Although

They’ll always have a place in

My heart

Mom used to play ‘em

All the time before

The divorce

But that must be an honor

To be asked by probably

The greatest artist

To walk the Earth

I never got into landscapes

Much

I mean

How can the literal be

Considered art

But then again

I don’t even know how to write

A single fuckin’ metaphor

Or simile

Only realism for me

Thanks

I just happen to live

A very strange kinda life

Took me a while though

To really understand what they meant

When they said

Art imitates life

Cause god and Santa Claus

Aren’t much different

They both got a sick sense of humor

Watchin’ people live in fear

And I know that’s why

Michael Stipe considered

“Shiny Happy People”

A throwaway track

A silly song

But Larry the Cucumber

Wasn’t available

To guest vocal
Michael Stipe

The original indie kid

Tryin’ to act all mysterious

And dark

Can’t even say

“Shiny Happy People”

Is a fun track

So what did he think

When Bob Ross used it

In that ad

Was he able to smile

Or cry in joy

Cause it’s a perfect fit

This goofy track

About just fuckin’ havin’ a good ass time

Livin’ life

Laughin’ about the happy little accidents

And then Bob Ross comes on your screen

While you’re comin’ down from acid

In an RV

And the song on in the background

While he reassures everyone fucks up

But everyone can fix ‘em

It’s all part of the joy

In the art of life

Skid your knee

To Jackson Pollock

The sidewalk

End up unable to own

A house

Cause your pops

Didn’t know how to pull out

In time

Scream like Yoko Ono

In the middle of rush hour

Doesn’t fuckin’ matter

Let the bullshit

Smear across your canvas

And fuckin’ smile

For once

Maybe you’ll find it better to laugh

When you fall down the manhole

To rock bottom

With nothin’ to eat

But a spoonful of dog food

Up the nose

Into the bloodstream

Cause that’s what makes life

Fuckin’ artistic

The fuck ups

And our ability to continuously

Piss in the fan

And hope at least one

Single

Droplet

Makes it between the blades

Even if we end up soaked