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bleeding heart singer

by J. P. Davies

Step up to the mic, kid
It's yours for the taking
the power, control.
It's nothing your faking

They hang on your words
as you sing or scream
a bleeding heart singer
at the age of eighteen

Will you bust a move
and show them your dance?
Or just make them oggle
at your butt in those pants.

Your the main focus.
This is your scene
You say it, they listen
raunchy or clean

The cool metal in palm
The hot lights of the stage
make you want it and need it
this is all the rage.

So you hold this and know
it's too late to go back
If your a musician
they all want THE CACK!!

01/01/2004

Author's Note: Written as a joke for Barbara and Trish. Who will always love the cack...in bed.

Posted on 01/02/2004
Copyright © 2022 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 01/02/04 at 08:07 AM

AHHHH!!!!!:D:D:D!!!lol, man, the rhythym in this is killer. Needless to say, I'm in love with the final stanza. I've no doubt she'll be amused by this at the least. Well done.

Posted by Barbara Griffith on 01/03/04 at 05:02 AM

*giggles histericaly* I was just thinking about cack! And being on-stage! Jordan, you're my hero for the day.

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