Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Terrible Poem About A Spotlight

It is a Super Trouper
It doesn’t turn on
It powers up
And then light

Over here
Over here
Teddy pay attention asshole
On me
Now out real wide
Back in
At my waist
Right there that’s it leave it don’t touch it
Where’s the fucking band?

Soundcheck next and
Then the kids
There they are
I told you they’d be here
Right there in the spotlight

By the end of the night
It will be too hot to touch


Is that guy holding up a giant dildo?

1 Comment

  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    April 5, 2017 at 10:11 am

    …sometime’s the super trouper shining on me, other times I can bearley sea, lately it appears to me, what a long strange trip eats bee-eee-eeeees…

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