Doherty’s Disciples
The boys of half-smoked cigarettes
Unshaven jaw lines
Blanket sweats
Whose hearts are rented as sub-lets
Where hollow dreams
Fill unmade beds
As if afflicted by Tourette’s
A potty-mouthed
Russian roulette
With no regard for etiquettes
Unpolished manners
Drunken threats
At sold-out gig’s unfinished sets
They stand and watch
Leggy brunettes
Mouth lyrics that the soul forgets
Repeated beats
Discordant frets
The boys of long-gone-stale regrets
Of unlaid plans
And unplaced bets
Of jokes that no one ever gets
Of broken hearts
Of unpaid debts
Unknown "monkeyolog ist" Serene
- 16 years, 2 months, 8 days ago
