To Be Mick Jagger

[Headache in a Suitcase]

Sitting in my car at the bluff parking lot
Fairly nice day
To the right, a man, early 60s
Wearing an emerald green windbreaker
Blue sweat pants that barely reach his ankles
White tube socks with green stripes
A pair of loafers

Busta's latest is playing on my stereo
An elderly couple smokes on the bench in front of me
They seem annoyed
?Those youngins and their jungle music.?
They leave, prefering to stand near a group of young children
Coating the kids' lungs with tar and soot is ok
But a few fucks from a "colored" is offensive

When do we actually lose our youth?
One day we?re riding along in our cars
The radio turned high
Flipping off whomever gets in our way
All of a sudden we start to creep along
20 miles per hour
Rockin' out to Solid Gold AM classics
Trying to find a bathroom so we don?t shit our lime green corduroy pants

Why can?t we all be like Mick Jagger?
60 years old
Fucking supermodels
Getting some satisfaction.
God bless you Mick.
I want to be just like you

 

[Bonochick]

Fucking brilliant.

That's something I've been thinking about a lot lately...when do we cross over and suddenly become "old"?

Damn, I love Mick. He gives ya hope, ya know?

 

[Headache in a Suitcase]

 

[sallycinnamon78]

Heheheh, that's a great poem

I love the Stones, their music's fantastic.

As for Mick: a few years back I heard someone say "Mick Jagger's having another baby. He's trying to work out who the mother is."