sure, i collected the led zeppelin oeuvre...
but black sabbath's song solitude:
which i plaid to a girl, and she said:
i didn't know you plaid country...
oh **** me... it's like i know anything
at anyhow of the time, current,
right now...
    what about the immigrant song?
   curly furly... wizard of oz type
of dark auburn creature in the form of
darkness darkness via
robert plant?
         frizzy... frizzy.... frizzy *******
giraffes?!
            had 'em boinking along
with success compared to the white rhinos,
with, or without
the monarchical propaganda
of a...  'enry... never to be the IX.
***** nilly has secured the third,
in terms of the passing of time...
                        stature...
           can't exactly beat the mystique
of eddie the confessor...
sorry... no...
  i might write poetry...
but i'm a drummer in a state of hubris...
rhythm?
        theft of my soul...
half an hour to 7 in the morning?
whiskey in hand, sunglasses on the tip
of my protruding cartilage of
a nose...
             groovy... more boogie nights...
ah ah... castrato! staying aaaaliiiiiiiiiiiive!
aaaaah ha! ha ha! aaaaah ha!
seriously a ball-breaker...
or testicles missing, in general...

but as i expected people to behave:
quick on complaints...
quick on the pontius pilate type of
gestures...
         wash my hands clean of the affair...
but then institute the mea culpa
concept...
               and recant.
- it's a bit too, too loo, too late to
call what happened,
on golgotha, anything but
    a diarrhoea of implementing justice...

           since... at this point...
you point the finger?
   i'll punch myself...
relieving you of...
  what could possibly happen
to your point & posit...

all i really wanted was to wrestle
with an Alsatian hound...
or a Rottweiler: with that fat cranium...
i guess some men...
are shackled to a daydream
of a ******* with two pornstars...

i remember being asked by a *******...
do you want to have a *******?
and i remember my reply:
not really... you're plenty, already.