I rewrote some stuff

LIVING ON STARS

I formed a band named Moby Slick and I tour the countryside with people who love me and my style,
Spreading music of psychedelia to the crowds who adore us.
We play a little bit of grunge too.
I think I’m misunderstood by the public,
But they still love me.

I don’t care so much about my fame.
I don’t like the fact that people can never pronounce my name correctly and look at me every time I go out.
So I moved to the countryside with my wife.


She steals garden globes from other people’s yards because “they’re so pretty”.
She scares people when she smiles,
And especially when she laughs.
People die in mystery and wonder
She scares the traveling salesmen away so I won’t have to form an army of dogs for my protection.
She reads instruction manuals and romance novels,
But still loves to watch me play with my fingers to the strings and my head to the sky.




Gender Strato-G

I walked into this guitar store
Expecting a nice Telecaster
And I ended up walking into
A sloppy medley of cheating on creation.
It was all not real.
Leaving the store with
A sour taste in my mouth was the only thing
That I could do.
But the posters were nice.



Sarah’s Song

She was only five and she asked me
What her dream was.
I told her that it was whatever she loved to Do.

Now Sarah is eighteen.
She holds a gun and says,
“Reach for the sky,
It’s the only way you’ll achieve your dreams.”

Later that night, I saw a shooting star.
I did what most people do and
I fell in love with her.
But what shot my heart--


It's been a great year guys. See you later.

--Rodney