Some years back, a young pop singer had a hit with his very first song, and overnight success went straight to the boy’s head. His second song, however, never made it to the airwaves, his promoter and the recording company that signed him refused to have anything to do with it, they considered some of the lyrics unsuitable and the title of the song offensive.
Their refusal outraged the young singer/songwriter, at least he claimed he was outraged, and in a local radio interview he railed at his promoter and the record company and vowed he’d not change a single word nor the title; to do so would compromise his artistic integrity, he said. The radio host asked him what was so objectionable and offensive about the song and once again the young man launched an attack on, ‘The morons who can’t appreciate what’s bold and original, who think they know better than the artist,’ and repeated he wouldn’t change a word and wouldn’t compromise his artistic integrity. And he went on and on and on.
By then, the radio host must’ve been wondering if he had any audience left and pressed the singer to get to the point with, ‘I’m sure our listeners would really like to know what the title of your new song is. Please tell us.’
The artist replied, ‘It’s called, I love you so much I could shit.’