Aug 2013
I watched the television for lack of a hot girl bent over the pool table.
Tonight had been a dead night and I was simply counting the hours till I would
pass the **** out and start it all over again.
I herd one of the overrated windbags on the screen say.
Tonight were here for the art and to honor the artist.
Yet in the sea of overdressed teenagers I saw no art just some corporate nimrods who were selling songs like a ****** sold her *** out on the street.
The glitz the glamour wasn't to honor it was a marketing tool for record labels to push there new product.
And like any good **** they had brought a slew of there finest ****** on display for the wolves.
It was a true gathering of the young and mindless.
While all your favorite overplayed annoying as **** ****** and ******* were there all
acting as if they were having a blast and lip syncing to all there soon to be forgotten pop
**** hits.
It was like being mind ***** by a ***** wonka .
And the first award goes to some stupid rehab bound **** who's currant record I really want two of.
One to **** on and one to cover it up with.
And just when it can get no worse we have to see washed up boy bands drag there over weight ***** upon the stage to try to get one last fix before they drop dead well we can always hope.
Yes for a channel that calls it's self music television yet plays no actual music why should have I expected any less.
Art isn't cooked up in some factory cranking out radio friendly bubble gum anthems
for little girls to scream to and perverts to have wet dreams to.
True art doesn't wear a G string .
Just usually hot chicks or some fat chicks but that's not usually a G string it's just there underwear has crawled up there *** dam optical illusions.
What **** are you watching!?
The old regular asked me as he pulled himself from his semi coma of watered down drinks
and half spent cigarettes.
You know there amigo sometimes even I don't know what to call it myself.
Yeah well if your not to busy looking at ******* give me another.
I flipped the idiot box off and gave the old ******* another round.
So grandpa I asked in my oh so charming and down right annoying tone.
What do you thinks the problem with music today?
Well for one ******* your supposed to listen to music not watch it!
That and I miss the stuff the kids nowadays never hear.
Yeah there father time what's that my friend.
You know that **** called actual music.
Yes this relic of the past had a great point there was no depth in a child's swimming pool
and as me and my lone customer counted the hours till this night's chapter of a close
slowly approached we spoke of the classics and did what any to fellow adults would do.
Turned the jukebox up and put the TV on mute.
cause art may not wear a G string but some really hot ***** do.
And no matter a mans age even Picasso could admire a fine ***.
Cheers kids.
Gonzo.
Tonight had been a dead night and I was simply counting the hours till I would
pass the **** out and start it all over again.
I herd one of the overrated windbags on the screen say.
Tonight were here for the art and to honor the artist.
Yet in the sea of overdressed teenagers I saw no art just some corporate nimrods who were selling songs like a ****** sold her *** out on the street.
The glitz the glamour wasn't to honor it was a marketing tool for record labels to push there new product.
And like any good **** they had brought a slew of there finest ****** on display for the wolves.
It was a true gathering of the young and mindless.
While all your favorite overplayed annoying as **** ****** and ******* were there all
acting as if they were having a blast and lip syncing to all there soon to be forgotten pop
**** hits.
It was like being mind ***** by a ***** wonka .
And the first award goes to some stupid rehab bound **** who's currant record I really want two of.
One to **** on and one to cover it up with.
And just when it can get no worse we have to see washed up boy bands drag there over weight ***** upon the stage to try to get one last fix before they drop dead well we can always hope.
Yes for a channel that calls it's self music television yet plays no actual music why should have I expected any less.
Art isn't cooked up in some factory cranking out radio friendly bubble gum anthems
for little girls to scream to and perverts to have wet dreams to.
True art doesn't wear a G string .
Just usually hot chicks or some fat chicks but that's not usually a G string it's just there underwear has crawled up there *** dam optical illusions.
What **** are you watching!?
The old regular asked me as he pulled himself from his semi coma of watered down drinks
and half spent cigarettes.
You know there amigo sometimes even I don't know what to call it myself.
Yeah well if your not to busy looking at ******* give me another.
I flipped the idiot box off and gave the old ******* another round.
So grandpa I asked in my oh so charming and down right annoying tone.
What do you thinks the problem with music today?
Well for one ******* your supposed to listen to music not watch it!
That and I miss the stuff the kids nowadays never hear.
Yeah there father time what's that my friend.
You know that **** called actual music.
Yes this relic of the past had a great point there was no depth in a child's swimming pool
and as me and my lone customer counted the hours till this night's chapter of a close
slowly approached we spoke of the classics and did what any to fellow adults would do.
Turned the jukebox up and put the TV on mute.
cause art may not wear a G string but some really hot ***** do.
And no matter a mans age even Picasso could admire a fine ***.
Cheers kids.
Gonzo.
