May I Just Say…

idrankwhat

“Robespierre, if you drink the Hemlock, I’ll drink
it with you.” David the painter quipped that one.

He was just referencing Socrates, who
said, and I quote … ‘I drank what?’ Hemlock? Bullshit!

Think back to Top Gun, when Maverick quits on
Charlotte and Ice Man, Viper, Jester … all of

them. He’s in the airport bar, Charlie walks in
says, “I’ll have what he’s having. Hemlock, is it?”

“Ice water,” Tom Cruise replies, still wearing the
same white t-shirt he wore in every scene.

Back to the drink. Mine is not Hemlock … is it?
Is it? Seriously … is it water? Wait.

Gray skies, wild and tempestuous … why me,
God? I’m just a … well … you fill in the rest, k?

I’m whatever you need me to be, so grab
your keys. Once bitten by power you stay bit-

ten. Ten? These go to eleven, as per the
norm. It’s the quiet before the storm, eh? Eh?

Terror? Lies? Hypocrisy? Enough already.
I convinced Mom and Pop to change their pup’s name.

They did … to Shelbie … i.e.. I suggested
Mandy, like that song by Barry Manilow.

It really was about his dog, you know why?
Because that pet was so loyal and sweet. I

mean, look at Barry Manilow, for God’s sake.
He’s a lonely guy. It’s all in his eyes, right?

Remember when John Bender – that’s Judd Nelson
(aka Hot Rod, aka Rodimus

Prime in the cartoon Transformers movie from
1986) made fun of his wardrobe?

Leisure suits and high collars like Sly Stallone
back in his pornography days. What a waste

of time that was. He wrote Rocky, for God’s sake.
Who sings that song Eye of the Tiger? Is it

Survivor or Katy Perry? One of those
is probably right. I’ll tell you who it’s not:

Taylor fucking Momsen. She is so damned hot.
Her voice sounds like revelations. Sweet heavens,

lady … you are a bad ass with a sweet axe
and a leading way of singing in rolling

waves of timbre and tone. Goodness gracious, great
balls of fire, she’s a killer queen. Ready

Freddy? Pay attention because this is quite
important. That girl is a knife. Her band is

the arm. God is the brain controlling them all.
And now, introducing The Pretty Reckless:

On guitar and backing vox, Ben Phillips. Yaaay.
Picture Kermit saying it, you swine. Not me.

On bass for the band, Mark Damon. Mark! Damon!
Picture Matt, the Team America version

saying his name over and over. Banging
drums with wooden styxx is Jamie Perkins. He

will spontaneously combust in July.
Fireworks at midnight! All right! Outta sight. Sell

abrasions. Revolutions. Evolution?
Unshun. Wake up and smell the coffee. It’s hot

like Taylor Momsen. Yes, back to her again.
I hope she knows the world is her oyster. Aaand

reshun. Let’s hope for some inspiration from
blue-eyed blue birds who need a vacation. So…

Advertisements

Tell me what you think ...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s