If I sell out will you shell out?
or will you cut off my lying hands?
Will you say our lawyers fell out
while I caved in to your demands?
Will I forget what art is
while chasing the almighty dollar
will you cover where my heart is
wile I claw at this studded collar?
If all my songs are in major keys
and my writings are diluted
will my bank account be forever seized
or my children more widely distributed?
If I self publish will I be edgy
or will I simply fall in line
if I'm bland like blanched veggies
will I stand the test of time?
Was Zappa just a fluke
or a champion of his time
were his radio waves on mute
as he penned his scathing rhymes?
If I'm ready for consumption
will you devour my chocolate flesh
or will you keep me hunting
for the answer to society's test?
A question never guessed.