[Genre: Punk rock with ethnic edge. Male vocal. Fast 4/4 beat, distorted guitars, intense drums. Gritty energy. Add brief instrumental breaks before each chorus. One final chorus repeat only. No repetition of verses. End with powerful outro riff.] [Intro: Short distorted guitar riff] [Verse 1] If I had a fuckin’ face Like Brad goddamn Pitt, Maybe I would’ve found my place Without this poet shit. [Verse 2] If I had a nighttime wood Not that morning glory, No Viagra — just feelin’ good, No Kama Sutra story; [Verse 3] I’d have girls by twos and threes, Naked, high and ready, Balls like bells between my knees — And life? Pure fuckin’ steady. [Chorus 1] From my busted speaker wall Songs would blast and slither, And all them condoms, one and all, Would burn and smoke and wither. Yeah, all them rubbers goin' limp Would burn and smoke and wither. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus 2] I’d keep champagne by the case, And bags of sticky green — And none of y’all would get a taste… Girls’d only ride *my* scene. Yeah, none of y’all would get a taste — They’d all be on *my* team. [Verse 4] But I got what fate assigned: Just a shard of clever, And my poems? Dust and grime That bookshelves shed forever. [Outro: Final repeat of Verse 1, loud and shouted] If I had a fuckin’ face Like Brad goddamn Pitt, Maybe I would’ve found my place Without this poet shit. [Outro: Instrumental - wild guitar riff with ethnic overtones. End on abrupt power chord.]
