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.