still fresh?

what kind of real-life is this?
i think it's one that remains perpetually
never quiet, never soft.....
i think maybe a material fast is the perfect time
to get crackin' on some arthur-making action.
latecomers may be interested to know that i don't make art.
i make arthur.
no abbreviations.
also,
i do not, have not, and will not ever call myself an artist.
-ists can chug right down on it.
pacifists, atheists, artists, tattooists (or worse tattoo artists), specialists;
...elitists.
that also goes double for anyone on an 'a-list'.
unless it's the A-hole list.
pretentious?
yep.
but only on a scale of one-to-ten.
that's pretty quiet, and pretty soft.
uh-uh. not us, though. not the worthy warrior poets.
we always go to eleven.
in fact we may actually start at eleven.
that's much louder, and harder, innit?
i like to think i take it too far every time, y'heard?
that's the right distance.
too much is the right amount.
i can't hang out with 'ist' nomenclature-
in fact,
i'm thinking of hybridizing some superlatives.
what?
leave off the 'I', and add in an 'E'.
it'll make sense in a little second.
all those -ists?
fine and dandy, if you're a weak-sauce waterbaby;
i'm looming on the hot fire harbinger, hurricane-gale force horizon.
i'm sayin',
i'm an artEST.
like fastest, hardest, loudest.
the object here is more.
and if that makes me the elitest,
then now i guess i know why nobody visits anymore.
wooooooord.
so that's what's poppin'.
listen close,
you can hear the thunder,
stand still,
you can feel the hottness.
be the best.
that's another 'nother 'est.
that's how we make moves, ninjas;
never quiet, never soft.....