Guitar Strings Kansas
Will you read and comment on my poem about one of the greatest men alive?
Forget the sleeping legs
And the children who cry without dinner
Unless you’re a martian who can slice us up with
X-rays and bonesaws, put our blood in your pop
Gory darlings cleared their throats
Reeling in sinister thought “we were here?”
Electronic mannerisms pleased the numb crowd and
Entering stage Kansas was a simple old man with guitar
Nearly snapping were the sharp strings and his finger bled
Buk: I’d be offended by thatbut I have never seen you post anything that’s really great. So the term “falling on deaf ears” comes to mind.
Oh, and does it make sense that, by starring the question, you are giving me exactly what I want? That’s called a “correlation”.
That’s good, because my entire existence hinges upon your quick critique of my half hearted “poem”. Some pretty pathetic people round here.
And I think we get the nod to Bukowski. Both in terms of your writing and the annoying picture.
Buk: To your edit, yes that is very funny.
“Anything that’s really great”? Hell, I’d settle for something from him that was remotely interesting.
You mean it’s not true…? Sh*t! And I just renewed my subscription to The National Schizophrenia Society. That’s two refunds required then. (Shared equally amongst all of me.)
Music Video – “Carry on Wayward Son” by Kansas- Rock Band 2, Guitar Hero 2