I've never been a groupie, and I never ever shall be.
They mindlessly follow, no thought of their own.
They think what they're told, then call it the truth,
But I can't follow, I must think, no matter the cost.
But when I say what I think, they cry out, they resist.
If I try to explain, it only gets worse, they can't hear me.
They're comfortable in that place of absolute knowing.
While I flounder in the realm of wonder, forever thinking.
Groupie saw Droopie and was amazed once again.
He looks like my twin! He yelled. He looks like my twin!
They were blowfish in a fishbowl, altogether numbering two.
One was light green, the other one was a lovely light blue.
How do I know which one I am? Groupie asked his mother.
Do you feel like yourself? Or grandma or your brother?
I feel like Droopie, maybe I am him, Groupie said.
“No, I am Droopie,” Droopies said, swimming fast, overhead.
.
She watched, with beam hern showed hot spark
Sum say, she jumped up shouting "Bart"
Sun Time's said with jest
"Squirming, her blouse crests.
Stoned she, slipped out nips rough az bark"
*one would have to understand
'Limericks' to roll with this write
necessary punctuations i must admit
to ease the humor in... Lines 1,2, and 5
must ryhme, 3,4 likewise
ab aab aab
ab aab
if one iz curious, please look up "Limericks"
For groupie sex I and my girlfriend are ready,
But between us is always disagreement.
I likes in action:-Just me and couple ladies,
But she prefer - one lady and three man!
she wanted something that sunglasses couldn’t see
and the first taste I could give her
of what her eyes were looking for
was something like a silver jet flyin’
carryin’ blueberries
‘cross the sky
to her favorite rock star