Rip my jeans for rock ‘n’ roll
scream loud and spit bullets
subsonic tuneage vibrates my rib cage
my fists pierce the air
all day and all of the night
I break on through
transvestites ask for platform boots
and claw, scratch and kiss
with a wagging tongue
I’m torn from my seat
my ears bleeding and screaming
my larynx scarred and hoarse
back in the peace of my dark
in my room
eyes closed tightly, I sweat and shiver
temples throb with rythmic ecstasy
convulsing soul, right to the corps
the Fool paints the picture
my eyes strain to see
a plain, white jacket instead
my lonely heart is set at ease
with a little help from Mr. Kite
a splendid time is guaranteed for all
as the steam-organ swirls
pass the hash-pipe, Billy
and bring out the Doors’ tapes

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

An homage to rock ‘n’ roll. You can play ‘spot the references’.