What Would Bowie Do
In my days of turmoil,
When I feel confused and blue
I ask myself a question:
"What would Bowie do?"
How would the Starman handle
This situation quite mundane?
Will I get an answer
From the old Aladdin Sane?
I was playing Ziggy
For the millionth time,
When the sky had turned
A shade of rosé wine.
In his shiny tin can
Crashing from the stars,
He landed in my kitchen
All the way from Mars.
Pinching myself silly,
Distrusting what I see:
Thin White Duke in person
Came down to speak to me!
Brushing off the star dust,
He stepped out of his ship.
Grabbed me by the collar
With a snow white grip.
"Here is the answer,
I'm tired of your crap:
Wear red disco pants
And shut your bleedin' trap."
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