And also this, entirely too prevalent these days:

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Put the tips of your fingers
On a baby man;
Teach him to be beautiful.
To hell with power and hate and war

- Kenneth Patchen, Instructions for Angels

His name is Mike D and he gets respect. Your cash and your jewelry are what he expects.

Another guy's name is MCA, and he's got a license to kill. He thinks you know what time it is: It's time to get ill.

And Ad-Rock, that's his name, he knows the fly spot to get the champagne.

Great post, great thoughts. We've also been told every story has already been written & everything else is derivative, all the great rock bands have already come & gone, & everything that will be done has been done before. Nonsense. The constellation of possibilities is limited only by imagination.