Teenage Blues

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....