burstandbloom

Rock n Roll died


I was heating up
getting ready to mainline it
as I listened to
one of those no talent
boy/girl bands who could
dance/fuck better than they could sing
but still sold a million copies of whatever
garbarge they were flashing
in 13 different languages because
image translates flawlessly
and MTV Outerspace exposes new
nipples everyday
and I realized that my junkie ass
who stole and cheated and lied
for every and any ounce or gram
I could get my hands on
was exactly the person who needed
to be beamed through satellite dishes
all over the world
direct into living rooms with matching
furniture and couches that were fold out beds
because I was a hell of a role model
I displayed all the skills needed
to be powerful and famous
I was shallow and greedy
I wrote my speech out
and practiced at home in front of a mirror
for days
so that everyone saw exactly what I
wanted them to see
and when that shit hit my veins
it settled for a second
before it took off running
and I knocked myself out
and fell to the ground
knowing I was famous.