Pest.

A song from the perspective of a garden pest perhaps. I just love the word.

It relates to my work because I am going to be a conceptual musician. No modern art course could refuse such an idea. I will 'lovingly parody' 'the' musician and subtlely sink my tongues into 'the notion of the teenager'. There need be no sub-intellectual justification because:

a) it is boring
b) it is pointless
c) you only believe what you choose to believe
d) such conceptual justification is metasalesmanship...
e) ...which is often boring
f) ...and unconvincing
g) ...and desperate

Therefore there I will talk/read/write that rubbish no more. After the dissertation.

So, Pest, go and be written. "Alright" says Pest. Josh exits with Pest.