So Rock & Roll was right all along?

Lemme run a flow quick?
Before my tongue gets claustrophobic!
Feed me verbal stunts.

I need to hurdle each once.

Curl back fronts.
Peeling disguises. Tracked.
Like eyelids. Tied back.

At the centre of every burnt out cynic is a strident idealist.
Mangled hopefuls grow armor. Or grow lethal.
So that must mean Thanos and I have a “Heart of Gold”.

Who feels what I brung?
Heroes unsung, heads hung.
Private worlds, hidden in the rungs

Like Neil Young!

A real plunge.
Aching all over.
No blunder when I hunger
For what’s revealed under!

Slay and fly
Cocked and molded
To chop and roll

Whenever I aim high?
I weather a few sighs
“Hey Hey, My My. Rock & Roll Will Never Die”.

But extend past minds.
“End of the Line”
Beginning of time.

The whole trip?

Is a wet rag twist!
Water is life
Wring your soul

Need to cull and fly!

That’s MY lullaby
Mull it and maul
My cold plans
Before I’m an “Old Man”

Been dropping sprees unfurled.
Since first hearing
“Keep Rockin’ in the Free World”

Oh, by the way Mr. “Kinder, gentler, machine gun hand”-
Same fucker who sent those gleaming guns to Iran…
During international press ban…

And now we’re forever stuck in the sand…

(Think quickly: Since when was Permanent Occupation a victory?)
Just so you blokes know?
I had the scan on your plans to blow

Since the inception of Arbusto!
6 decades of plays to break the crust of, OH!
But G.W. Bush and James Bath can wait while I build THEIR case…

For now, let’s just let this one go…