Freebird
FREEBIRD
the rock star intellectuals —
finding life a gas, smoking pot,
erupting all the free liquor,
devilish fame as a bot.
smashing guitars by the dozens,
oozing blood, alcohol and sweat.
impress daughters with their wild haze,
vocal chords slogging through their set.
a plane crash demolished their dreams
— the flash stars reap a reality.
the vibe’s dead there's no second chance
for trio erased from marquee.
5/28/2019
*Loosely based on the Lynyrd Skynyrd Band
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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