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Nov 2015
i was going to watch the cavalry on youtube but the stream was awful, dude

so  i tried and tried to get it right, but i know it was my father saying be like us man

i eventually got sick of it, so i turned the whole stream off

and put a really cool band on called the scorpions yeah

you see in those days rock music rules supreme, better than the army ever ****** could

and the young ones was the best show as they were making fun of right wing *****

now i left a message on the message bank saying that the bandwidth was cool

hoping that sometime into the night i will be able to view the end of the baseball

i am seeing my old school mates being little cool kids to my dead dad

they are saying it’s not music brian it’s sport but i like music as well as sport

i know my mum is currently at church, worshipping her false idol

but that’s alright because, cool dude, i like christmas too

you see the scorpions are the best band to rule the earth

better than malcolm turn bull, the stupid ****** ****

my dad wants to squeeze me into his little world

because i tiold him i believe in the cosmos

you see dude i am fighting my way through this world

to get what i want in the next life

i don’t like the voices i am getting

with robbers killing me with my mother

i want to live a long life in this life,  to find out what the bother

i drink coca  cola to improve my next life, yeah

i am a heavy metal poet, to ever go to a poetry slam

bad slam no biscuit, bad slam no biscuit bad slam no biscuit

i don’t care if i am hanging around with oldies

i want to watch the cavalry but if the stream is bad, i don’t want to be like nanny

mind you nanny is john robert rimel, now, but she, oops he is still creative though

but i can guarantee that he doesn’t watch crap like days of our lives

please save me from this moment i am having a creative life

and whatever i will be tomorrow depends on what buddha wants for me, cronus, yeah

so i will party on, i will party on like tomorrow will  never come

live for today and let your future life heal to make tomorrow very radically awesome, heh
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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