‘I started as a scream;
crashing on a stage
that was already set,
rushed beyond a rage
by the British quartet,
made to sound surreal
than what I seem, to be;
thanks to you, my magic mahogany!
Now, I’m just another drop
out of the brimming sea,
I see my future as nothing
but a flickering fantasy,
I don’t know if I’d last a day;
I don’t know how long I’ve got
before ‘they’ make me fade away…’
With ‘all that jazz’ going
flooding the country,
and a contradiction of soul;
crap in form of club,
and a hip-hop hubbub,
heavy metal, heisting in a ‘hole’
without a goal: well
if you’d like to choose,
I’m ready, to give you some heady
Rock’n’Roll Blues…
‘I know you’re working to overthrow
who said that’s gonna make me die?!
there’s high and there’s low,
(it’s not an ‘even flow’)
I’d get back, sans a want to pacify
I’ve always got my ‘folk’; (Whoops!)
wind up and vie,
while they get on a high
without an overdose of coke…’
Isn’t this the stroke, of a master?
Isn’t it making your heartbeat faster…?
What with ‘all that jazz’
up to flooding the country,
tedious techno, taking its toll;
pop prudent to halt,
amidst alternative assault,
and the rappers’ rigmarole;
trust me you’re not a lone recluse,
if you choose, the Rock’n’Roll Blues…
go ahead and pick, (I still stick)
to my Rock‘n’Roll Blues…
ROCK‘N’ROLL BLUES…!
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