i
was
chewing on the script.
flavourless and fatty words.
I'm JUST trying to bring some joy into a joyless world.
he's content to sing to himself in the dark,
the musical equivalent of a subsistence farmer.
(what will they think of next?)
i recall,
it was back in 2003
when i first invented the slur
and the scream.
i'd seen desperate stanza-pop
before a queen victoria backdrop.
their words were so rich i knew i wouldn't sleep a wink that night.
all my hooks and barbs seem to signal
that i am forever doomed to be the lead single.
i can't decide if i need to be
deciduous or evergreen.