lemmings revolution

Ja mrzim modernu poeziju. Mislim da se oni samo preseravaju i da to moze svatko napravit. Kao dokaz mojoj teoriji, ja sam odlucio napisati jednu takvu pjesmu... Pjesma, normalno, nema imena jer ja time izrazavam svoj bunt! Teen angst!

U brlogu mojih misli, na linoleumu
pokrivena paučinom mojih tetiva
tetura standardna 3,5" disketa kapaciteta 1,44 MB.
Laminat! Tapiciranje!

Željan stidnih dlaka, pogledavam prema Camel cigarama
u grču moje arterije podrhtavaju na ritam tvoje ping pong loptice?
Žarulja! Poster!

Božja metla je pokupila sve moje digitrone
i sada sam, u iščekivanju tvoje četkice za zube,
pojebao se s žirafom.
Reket!

Kuja, kuja, lezba, drolja, cvijet!

Izrekavši ti sve što sam planirao, moj PNP poluvodič
emitira laserske zrake prema tvom anusu,
ne prezajući koristiti niti kabanicu.
Zaborav...



Eto, što mislite? Za sve vas manje upućene u tekovine moderne poezije, ova pjesma govori o tome kako ja, dok se ljuljam na ljuljački maštam o novom Harpicovom ReadyBrushu! Zar nije očito?

Ja mislim da je pretpostavka da su svi koji pisu modernu poeziju idioti, dokazana...


ajd sad to usporedite s, recimo Dylanom:
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Hey hey

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour’s getting late
Hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin’
And the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
Yeah
Ooh baby
All along the watchtower


evo jos jedan primjer

She’s got everything she needs,
She’s an artist, she don’t look back.
She’s got everything she needs,
She’s an artist, she don’t look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles,
She’s got no place to fall.
She never stumbles,
She’s got no place to fall.
She’s nobody’s child,
The law can’t touch her at all.

She wears an egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She’s a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
Bow down to her on sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
For halloween give her a trumpet
And for christmas, buy her a drum.