slim jim rockers

rock ‘n rollers

are all so slim jim

phantom

they can wear those

flower shirts

and tightee tees

long hair rebs

grinding their axes

 

slim jim rockers

they howl like

anorexic banshees and

croon at the moon

with cucumber crotches

 

rock ‘n rollers

are all so slim jim

jerky

they couldn’t make

the football team

but not Meat Loaf

he was big ‘n meaty

he was a player

 

rock ‘n rollers

are all so slim jim

skinny

like hot chickens

struttin’

in designer grunge

electric gunfighters

inhaling reverb

 

slim jim rockers

they howl like

anorexic banshees and

croon at the moon

with cucumber crotches

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A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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