Pulling on a fag

tha Roling Stonz an tha Beetlz waz wobblin in a muzic puddle
drippin riffz like leaky bukits
an sumthin went CLANG but it mite hav ben a drum
or jus a confused hippy
beetlz hollerin “yeh yeh yehhhhhh”
but tha yehs got stuk in tha doornobs
so thay jus hummed a crookd tune
that sounded like a mouth iron tryin too sneez
mick Jagger slid acros tha flor
like a mop that forgot its job
wile Ringo waz bangin on a matchbox
cuz tha drum ran away screemin
tha hole bandz melted in tha midl
turnin inta a lukwarm rock soup
an tha sog bubbled “HELP!”
but nobudy cud read it cuz tha letters
were all fucked up an smellin like cheese
in tha end tha muzic jus flopt over
wigglin like a sad groupie
an if yu lissen reel hard yu can hear
a tiny lil “gimme shelturrrr”
floatin off intuh tha laundry baskit




Poetry by JohnJohn
Written on 2026-07-15 at 09:31

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