Poetry is the new rock n roll.

Write about a rock star

write about his vices

write about his fall from grace

his mid life crisis

write about a rock star

dress him up in sequins

rock n roll ain't a world

in which Joe Meek wins

Yeah poetry is the new rock n roll

write another poem buddy go buddy go

Write about the cocaine

do a line of cocaine

talk about the cocaine

talk about the cocaine

talk abou... Oh buddy

push the needle on

and write about a rock star

sing it when you're done

sing it to a techno beat

badum badum badum

(guitar solo)

Yeah poetry is the new rock n roll

write another poem buddy go buddy go

Write about a rock star

then kill him when your done

do it with an overdose

or maybe with a gun

but kill that fucking rock star

before he gets too old

that way you'll get to number one

before the bodies cold.

Yeah poetry is the new rock n roll

write another poem buddy go buddy go

sing another poem buddy go buddy go

kill another poem buddy go buddy go

It's all write muse. I'm only dissin' my ho for attention.

Portobello Rocks

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Port Eliot.

I will be performing at Port Eliot festival this year. Hope to see you there.

http://www.porteliotfestival.com/

The enjoyable lie.

Lena lied compulsively, even when the truth would be perfectly adequate.

Lena talked in her sleep continuously, Lena told the truth in her sleep.

Lena had great difficulty hanging on to men; her daily deceits nightly exposed.

Until she met Gus.

Gus told the truth compulsively even when a lie was essential

Gus talked in his sleep continuously, Gus lied in his sleep.

Gus had great difficulty hanging on to women, His truth's were far too acute.

Until he met Lena.

During the day Gus would sleep in Lena's studio while she painted.

The white room filled with lies.

During the night Lena would sleep in his room while he wrote.

The black room echoed with honesty.

Each morning and evening they would share an hour or two of wakefulness.

He would tell her: Do not tell me you love me, do not say you will stay forever.

In return she would lie: Do not tell me you love me, do not say you will stay forever.

During these times they made love.

He told her that he loved it when she screamed out: 'No, No No, I am not having an orgasm!

They both enjoyed that lie.