I know I'm from the UK, not the US, but as my hubby is American I feel I'm allowed to say, "Hell, yeah!" I couldn't have put it better myself. This really spoke to me.
A good one I can truly understand. Some days I hate it even when I just have to go out grocery shopping. In my case it would end with"I am only for me and the two cats who own me." Lol. Hugs
I never would've survived
Beatlemania.
Too many teenage girls
screaming made-up words
from their made-up mouths
into my fed-up ears
would've been my war,
my WWII,
and my Eiffel Tower would've been
too small to host them all.
And they would cry, calling me
the rotten Eggman,
the crabalocker fishwives,
as I yolked them
like the porno priestesses
they aspired to be.
For I am
the rotten Eggman,
and my long-grown face
weary of my own made-up words
would know goo goo g'joob
is one corporate t-shirt
too far
for that bridge of my life.
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