***, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll.


Staring at you, wanting to be you,
Wondering how did you become so deep and in tune,
With my thoughts and my feelings and how did you make me feel?
What you were trying to say with your words and with your sounds?
Who really is the real you?  Reach me and help me find a heart to steal.
You are lifting me up by bringing me down
And every word you say to me is so real.


Rock-a-bye baby on a tree top;
Don’t do drugs, just because South Park rocks!
There’s a rat in my kitchen and he won’t stop singing;
Poppa don’t preach at me because I won’t become a part of your flock.


This poem is for all those who are about to rock!
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
And baby will raise her Devil’s fingers and say “What’s up?”
The God of drugs is the answer to the reason for everything we forgot.


Here comes a blonde bombshell, knocking on my door;
Who knows what she has come here for?


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