Beats

Music suits and strides miss beats at the wrong time. Have you seen how Richard Ashcroft wins the streets of London? They were sued. It’s the way of our world.

Sun tinkers with skin. Bald heads escape beer and tattoos show themselves. Pumas and roses. Cheap pictures to hide the embarrassment of flesh.

Bellies fill space. Football dependency and a passion to vomit hatred. Nobody wins but Cristiano goes on. He pushes Lionel. Pinks to yellows. There is faith in endurance.

Run feet into the grass and stun forty thousand. Let nets burst and wish for parity.

Fairness for cars. Bentleys and Rolls. Classy but saved for the unwilling. Money to show the dead how it is done. New money to make up for personality. Lost and wounded.

Pop stings headphones and bottom dollar rap pretends. Meaning left years ago. Do not open your mouth and play the game. Scouts stopped going to clubs and executives love reality trash.

Money for garbage. Spout shit and pay for the next holiday. Opened white shirts and cigars. Be proud.

 Do you think we are dumb?  Pushing filth to establish a trend. Cash and more cash. Huge houses with enormous bills. Karma always wins.

Punk threatened and rock scared. Voices told it like it was. Shout outs to the establishment. Governments took stance but it was never resolved. Men and women called it. It was glorious.

Now, we have Sheeran and boy bands from South Korea. Another industry broken. Garbling crap to satisfy the bewildered. Good luck and enjoy the gardens.