I see it more as a series of questions, perfectly acceptable in a poem:
"Is this Mick Jagger who I see before me,
the band still playing on, though he can't stand?
Come, let me watch thee.
I have no satisfaction, yet I still
have not your failing vision, sensible
shoes... do you miss sight? Or art thou but
Mick Jagger in your mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from Keith's drug-oppressed brain?"
or something someone once wrote...
"Is this Mick Jagger who I see before me,
the band still playing on, though he can't stand?
Come, let me watch thee.
I have no satisfaction, yet I still
have not your failing vision, sensible
shoes... do you miss sight? Or art thou but
Mick Jagger in your mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from Keith's drug-oppressed brain?"
or something someone once wrote...
It could be worse
