"supergroup" poems
Am I afraid of easy chords.
Silly Rhymes and cheesy words,
To get myself into the loop,
Become a Supergroup?
A smile, a flash, mag and a bang,
You’ll let me into your gang.
Keep me safe with brawny dudes
From semi-conscious semi-nudes.
Please take this
Lord’s Apprentice
And turn him into a God.
Not a Saviour
Of Pleasuremania,
But a Rabid, Raging Dog.
Sublime. Sublime.
Should I use my knife to butter up,
Not cynically cut her up.
Shake the hand of slimy fate,
Embrace the things I love to hate.
Recant in a million interviews
How to wake up and beat the blues,
Become a Lucky Laughing Boy,
A world wide web wind up toy.
Please take this
Lord’s Apprentice
And turn him into a God.
Not a Saviour
Of Pleasuremania,
But a Rabid, Raging Dog.
Sublime. Sublime.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC