Iamb Rock

[milo]

A pumping riff, a bassline and a drum;
Relax and let the beat flow through your blood --
Or that which fills your veins (I hope it’s rum) --
Collapse the walls, become the rising flood.
Kick off the polished boots, embrace the mud,
Invest your soul in that which devils play;
No techno trash or sugar pop tart crud
Gets feet off seats (or cars in pools) this way.
Surrender, throw yourself into the fray,
Or wonder ever after what you missed :
Nights drinking shots from navels, led astray
Near very naughty groupies, nice and pissed.
Exist within the four-four flame of rock
The most exciting word to end in -ock

Who hasn't coveted the rockstar fame?
Not long ago, I thought to take the plunge;
three mates and I we'd make ourselves a name
of banjo driven post seattle grunge.

We played the clubs, the bars and more than often
a party for a best friend's cousin's bride.
Our tour van wasn't much more than a coffin;
what mattered most was what we kept inside:

Whiskey, smokes and hypodermic needles
and underneath the backseat someone's lunch.
But our playing? okay, we weren't the Beatles
but what would you expect from "Sunday Brunch"?

I wish that I could live those days again:
the girls, the booze the Aquanet for men.