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| Bill 'Hipster' Shakespeare |
Rock Star's bloated on his own ego.
He spouts spiced-up crap as if yoof’s new gospel.
Sneers like a petulant child.
His insouciance is near-perfect.
He claims he's "radical and new" -
Yet another? Yes, another!
Journalist turns on every word.
Each syllable mined for meaning.
The sycophant at Rock Star’s court.
Hanging on him like a piece of baby shit.
He draws out the narcissism
As if it's wine of the best vintage
He drools in deep reverence and respect.
Rock Star gives back a monosyllabic show.
He pronounces a few rock ‘n’ roll filosofizems.
Each sentence, coloured with obscenity,
Or an intertextual bits of street-talk
That make his banalities almost listenable.
The interview ends like a statesman’s meeting.
Journalist gets up from his knees
And curtsies to his - our! - new Rock God.
"Thank you," he says, politely.
Rock Star nods, nonchalantly.
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