the lead vocalist

with an ego the

size of the

motherfucking

sun

glaring out upon

us all as if

to personally

manufacture a

“god” in the

face of the adoring

fans with slobber

hanging from their

mouths, dogs let

out loose for the

last piece of bloody

meat who will

worship anything

with an a*s stuffed

in tight pants who

will bow at the alter

of the blustering

bulge bound in

those leather pants

who will believe the

prerecorded studio

singing tracks who

will stand back stage

waiting to eat them

out who will pay

a million for their

leopard pants---

this one wo/man

who bears no talent

but to open their

f*****g mouth

wins all the hearts

& does the least

to provide anything

for the rest of the

band & when they

leave the whole

world of adoration

is brought to its

knees, as if the

drummer, the bassist,

the guitarist & anybody

else who got dragged

along for the ride

never existed to begin

with.