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Going for a Song


It’s a dog eat dog world out there,
Especially for the night prowlers,
Who are often just riff raff anyway.

I was driving down the highway to hell,
And I fell into rock n roll damnation,
But hey, hell aint a bad place to be.

I was often shot down in flames,
Thats what high voltage can do to a live wire,
It was just a touch too much.

So I asked, Can I sit next to you girl?
I only want to sink your pink, she slapped my face,
Maybe I should just ride on, like a good rocker does.

Did you hear hells bells ringing last night?
They shook me all night long,
I’m sure it wasn’t an overdose that did it.

I went to see that  woman, Rosie,
I said, what do you do for money honey?
She just gave me the jack,

So here, have a drink on me,
Give that dog a bone, and
Lets just go down and do the bad boy boogie.

One last time!

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry.

For those not in the know, the jack is a slang term for the clap [Venereal Disease] or I suppose a STD  to be politically correct.

I hope someone understands what this is all about, or where its roots are 😉

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The Mystery Is?


I just played around with some titles and lines and threw them together and tried to play on words here and there. Part of reading will be trying to see if you know the movie referred to in the stanza. That should give a little more to the reader other than just lines of words. Its just for fun, not a serious piece, because Friday is Fun Day.

The mystery is,
What if I had taken the blue pill?
Is ignorance really bliss?

The mystery is,
What if my father had not been shot that night,
Would I still be Batman?

The mystery is,
If you never said Betelgeuse 3 times,
Would I really exist?

The mystery is,
When I said “I’ll be back”,
Did I ever return?

The mystery is,
When I asked you to make my day punk,
Did you?

The mystery is,
What if Sam didn’t play it again,
Would time still go by?

The mystery is,
If I frankly didn’t give a damn,
Would you still have Gone with the Wind?

The mystery is,
If in space, no one can hear you scream,
Did you?

The mystery is,
Are you talkin’ to me? Are you talkin’ to me?
Then who the fuck were you talkin’ to?

The mystery is,
If you prayed for a quick death, which you didn’t get,
Would I be Blonde?

The mystery is,
I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Would I still wear a ring?

The mystery is,
If Mickey told Mallory she was a natural,
Would they still have been born killers?

Submitted to Friday Poetically