Everyone said he was Bad News
But I sat his Ford, sunshine-yellow
Crown Royal bags on his visors
Dash littered with Reds
He was taking turns too quick
Like he wanted to play with our lives
And I sat politely, ankles crossed
Concealing my thrill, trying not to say
This trip to Wendy's felt like a jailbreak
I ignored the hair tie under the seat,
The one that didn't belong to me.
I ignored the smell of perfume,
Fragrance I wasn't wearing, because
It's easy to give sin a nicer name
He said let me play you a song:
Take Me Out, by Franz Ferdinand
A year later, it played
Behind some US Army propaganda
Some mothers' babies crawling through mud
Jumping from planes and calling it character
This time I'd abstain from vice
He said let me play you a song:
Take Me Out, by Franz Ferdinand
A year later, it played
Behind some US Army propaganda
Some mothers' babies crawling through mud
Jumping from planes and calling it character
This time I'd abstain from vice
Under the dodgy guise of thrill
I wised up, and I won't fall
Not for some Scottish rock song
Not for some military doctrine
Not for some spineless boy
Prompt: "In his meandering poem, “Grateful Dead Tapes,” poet Ed Skoog riffs on the eponymous tapes that he’s found in a secondhand store, remembering various instances of hearing the band, both live and in recording. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that also describes different times in which you’ve heard the same band or piece of music across your lifetime."
Not for some spineless boy
Prompt: "In his meandering poem, “Grateful Dead Tapes,” poet Ed Skoog riffs on the eponymous tapes that he’s found in a secondhand store, remembering various instances of hearing the band, both live and in recording. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that also describes different times in which you’ve heard the same band or piece of music across your lifetime."
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