I wanna be a rock-and-roll poet,
Grab all the money movie stars make.
Come on, people now, please gimme some breaks.
Where is your sense of
Rhyme?
I gotta pull out, become a big hit,
Narcissistic, hedonistic, futuristic man…
Activism, social prism, are you my fan?
If not, don’t waste my
Time.
I wanna limo, centerfolds in bed,
Cheap drugs, free sex, heavy metal nights.
Sweeter than candy, it hurts me so right.
C’mere babe; what’s your
Sign?
That is so passé…
I wanna shock this world, shatter its core.
Tell everyone how to feel real good.
Have you seen my tattoo, maybe you should…
Naked blonde in snake’s
Jaws.
I gotta rip from convoluted words,
Fatalistic, masochistic, jingoistic sound.
Convince loving public I’m hell straight bound.
Play loud, scream hard, break
Laws.
I wanna contract, percentage up front,
Sell my books, bobble dolls, black tee-shirts.
Pose for tabloids, complain about their dirt,
Wind up, throw a fist,
‘Cause…
I wanna be a rock-and-roll poet.
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This book is a limited edition, and copies are hand numbered. It will NOT be available through Amazon or other distributors. You must purchase it directly from the author or from this site. It is hard-back (not the spiral bind seen
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
"A Rock-And-Roll-Poet".
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