Joyboytoy Star

Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I hear you wanna be a rock & roll star;
I heard you on the radio.

Sex, drags and drugs.
they say it's ok.
They know you like it hot,
so they turn it up and watch economic growth.

Rolling with a need
on your way to hell
I'll see you there, my lovely star.
My lovely, lovely star.

I'm gonna take your soul
as we control you, you're what we like to own.
My little sex-sex-drag
pitter-patter with that little powder.
We like to watch you as you fool yourself.

Sing it out, best.
Place a hand on your chest,
and when the time comes
you know you'll have to rest.

Good night my little star
my, my, my ... how I've wondered when you'd die.
Stay down and continue that fame,
amuse the screen watchers and radio listeners
and one day they'll all know your name!
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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