The disingenuous one
The simpleton
The alley cat
It doesn't have to be like that
The beauty gone
The angles all wrong
The socialist art statistic
Misfits, and implicitly
Prescriptive; subsidising
All those easy riding
Past and present mystics
What right have I to say what fits
Sticking to how it knits together
Leaving out the lonesome bits
Believing love lives, goes on forever
What right have I to pace and rage
Standing aloof of the human race
Chasing fame from my own perspective
Thinking aloud, of criticisms irrespectively
What right have I, an irksome sod
With no beliefs, or grounds to call
Hooking all, with the line and rod
That's rock and roll, that's all there is
Freedom from the work of stuff
Silence for the classroom tears
Making firm, so brave and tough
Music, poetry, and o, just those years
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