Teenage Blues
My grey-haired grandmother,
The boiling kettle of tea,
Unsettled frenzy,
A dash of lime and a fine old mare,
My Jaundiced eyes,
Golden hues,
Shadows and light,
This isn’t a game?
What do you take me for?
Clip my wings, pluck my feathers?
Monday morning blues,
Smoky haze, powdered dew?
I'm not the one confused…
I see you clear,
On old McDonald's farm,
A Burger in hand, with suit and boot;
Give me my sweetened salt,
My buttered cheese,
My old torn shoes,
My battered bag;
A little soda,
A little cola,
A packet of chips,
A pastry or two;
Buy me that CD?
That golden guitar?
That wonderful shirt
G’n’R Posters?
None at all-
Give me my room and my breath to boot
Let me think on my feet
Let that Floyd play
I want to lie in bed awhile longer....
