The NBT Eclectic



hello so say i wanted to write and write and write would that be OK for you idiots ?

You are Bach
You are dry

You are as punk as Pink 

Ballads at 11pm
Just before

Your poems are as cool as mathematics
Your words are history,
Hours of thought

In the gallery of your life
Under each picture
Is a clever quote
Of subtle angst.

You have no imagination
You take
Pictures of blurs
In grey
Call it art.

You have no soul
You cover a 70s tune
With ironic vocoder
Hide your weak voice.

You have no rhythm of the visual
  You clever cut
And jerky jump
Try confuse with speed and (again)
  The blur
The sepia
The moody