ROCK AND ROLL

 

ROCK AND ROLL

 

 

 

Rock and roll is destroyed, fuck that shitty society, suck cock and enjoy it!

 

Rock and roll make me shiver with pleasure, make me wanna kill and let them beg for mercy!

 

Rock and roll is quizzing life to the last drop and spit it out into the face of some degenerated Western society, fuck it all and ask for more, filling my hole with more pleasure and laugh in everyone’s face!

 

Rock and roll is saying, “Fuck you” from the pit of my guts and means it!

 

Rock and roll is purity, sainthood, brotherhood, motherhood and love, far from the evil scum I see each day!

 

Rock and roll is screwing the system, before it screws you! Eat it, smoke it, drink it, fuck it and leave the garbage to the looser!

 

Rock and roll is anger, fear of injustice, real pain from children’s hearts!

 

Rock and roll makes me want to live, makes me breathe, like a vital link between my soul and my body!

 

Rock and roll is an ideal, a melancholy, a sweet caress, in some lonely night. It is the light, which fills my shadow.

 

Rock and roll is my Buddha, my fight to true beauty, my search to nirvana, my belief, my hopes, and my dreams!

 

Rock and roll is my power, the essence of my darkness, the pit of my inflicted nightmares!

 

Rock and roll is my art, my creative god, the eye who guides me, my cock, my flesh, my blood, my bones!

 

Rock and roll is my prayer.   Amen.

 

 

 

HERVE NAUDET DIT MARGOT.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

AND NO-ONES SHALL BE ABLE TO TAKE THIS FROM ME...AMEN!!!!

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sanctus's picture

wonderful poem. I have

wonderful poem. I have enjoyed reading your work.

MARGOT's picture

darling rock and roll is a

darling rock and roll is a metaphore!

i listen all kind of music, but this poem was spitting out of my guts i felt the title was appropriate let say then pop songs.

it is quite a;lso old poem when i was listening more alternative music then pop or else.

hopefully now u won`t miss the point of the poem.

blesinhs to you herve


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