I cooked some clams for all my number one fans
You saw me rock, you saw me roll
So shut up and get me a cinnamon roll
You drool, you scream, you yell out my name
You bow at my feet and you wave flashy signs
And I know that you're thinking I'm good at these rhymes
So go back to earlier times
When they're nice and pleasant
And we didn't know about the present
So we can relax
Without worrying about someone with an axe
And have some fun without the paparazzi
Where you can eat some pop-a-rocksies
And now let's go back and record another track
Have the number one single
Go to parties and mingle
And that's the rock star life!
Oh my god, I'm retarded...
Rock Star Life!
Okay, sooo I was attempting to write Henderson a letter when I decided, why not flip through this old notebook? I found this poem/song thing and haven't been able to read it once without stopping to laugh. SO I decided to share it with you! I can't even remember writing it! It's from November 12 2001. I was eleven. *snorts* I was such a moron. I wonder how many more I have in these notebooks....Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
