Rock Must Pass
Mick Bowie Mellonhead whatza whozits,
you know his name.
The guy!
The one with the skinny legs;
enlarged pores.
C'mon, you know him,
the guy from gym class,
crying in the corner.
Remember?
His mother's sins.
You know of whom I speak.
God called upon him to manifest
his exterior...
to scream,
to howl.
Rage on ,that crazy feeling.
A psycho sexual Prom night
for all to behold.
Mystify.
For cryin' out loud in the Gym,
no redemption.
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