My very own bizarre poem...
Sep. 10th, 2009 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Put your iPod or iTunes on shuffle and take first lines of twenty songs. Voila, your poem! The title is the twenty-first.
Hemhem..,
Calling Mr. Raider
Do you still remember
Masquerade?
On the silent nights
East coast girls are hip.
Soap is in the air,
night time sharpens.
Come my lady, come come my lady.
Poor fool he makes me laugh!
I'm confused,
nobody on the road.
Shady aftermath
Get your freak on.
So this is a song about anyone
Don't you be wasting all your money.
Ay yo Captain Jack
Lonely mother gazing out of the window.
When you first left me
Past the point of no return.
I don't want us to have a fight
I'll tell you what I want.
So, analyze that!
Hemhem..,
Calling Mr. Raider
Do you still remember
Masquerade?
On the silent nights
East coast girls are hip.
Soap is in the air,
night time sharpens.
Come my lady, come come my lady.
Poor fool he makes me laugh!
I'm confused,
nobody on the road.
Shady aftermath
Get your freak on.
So this is a song about anyone
Don't you be wasting all your money.
Ay yo Captain Jack
Lonely mother gazing out of the window.
When you first left me
Past the point of no return.
I don't want us to have a fight
I'll tell you what I want.
So, analyze that!