Out of Rhythm

Held together with a spiderweb.

You got rhythm

You got soul,

But best of all

You got money.

 

And you play your guitar

So loud.

And they scream

You name so loud,

That the only thing

You can hear

Is your heart

Beating.

(Out of Rhythm.

'Cause you got no soul)

 

And they love you

For your rhythm

('Cause you are so different.)

Play your guitar so loud,

That you just want

To be like everybody else.

('Cause your soul slipped away)

 

And now you scream

(For your rhythm)

On a stage,

And they love you for it.

(They see your rhythm

They see your soul)

 

But it's a projection

For the consumers,

And they get

All the

(Money)

Fun,

In the end.

And like you

Say in your

(Screams)

Songs.

It's just a f*****g

Cliché

(It wasn't meant to end like this)

 

You're so strong

With your

Rhythm and your soul,

But really

You’re just,

Shattered

Cd's

Held together with

Guitar strings.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Cassidy Mask]

Beth. I hate you...
In a good way of course :P

Love this:
...the only thing
You can hear
Is your heart
Beating.
(Out of Rhythm.
'Cause you got no soul)

[Drew Wade]

I like this poem.. really, you're awesome. I really really like the second to last verse when you say that it wasn't meant to end like this, and then you go on to another verse.. it's very clever.. the one thing I don't like about this is the spider's web imagery you use at the end, just because I think it doesn't fit with all the sex, drug, rock & roll themes going on. Other than that, superb.