The music these days are plain
All the bands sound the exact same
No song's to protest to any more
Too easy to expose their flaw
Remember when Hendrix was king
Everyone wanted to hear him sing
The controversy with the one Elvis
Only because he thrust his pelvis
The originals were the best
They created the ultimate test
As the years rolled in & out
The industry I started to doubt
When I die theres gonna be a party
A party with the legends, even Chris Farley
On stage with the best
Drinkin with the rest
Whether I go to Heaven or Hell
There's gonna be something to tell
There's always gonna be rockers
Always gonna have shockers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each generation brings forth the fruit of it; s flowering.