I wonder dangling from this door hinge, undisturbed for the first time in years if there’s room in Heaven for one more musician. I am an organism under constant scrutiny led by a team of imbeciles. You’ve made me dazzling you’ve given me harems, but you’ve taken the peace that even the shopping cart pauper is entitled to. Boy, that would sound good to guitar.... I wonder if I can just reach that chair... and get down from here.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem when I heard about the death of lead singer from INXS.
It's not so much because I'm a groupie It's more about constantly wising
for something that may ultimately result in your demise. Everything has a
payback, in the case of a performer, it's his privacy.
I've always been interested in submitting poetry, I guess I just decided to
stop being lazy and take a chance.
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