Talent

Make sweet noise, all you need, a good producer, someone good with sound, a decadent lifestyle, late night brawls, paparazzi, an agent, and a steely determination, a reliable drug dealer, it wont help, but it helps to have one still alive, they both laugh, and a doctor who will prescribe. The young artist, the latest new bee, is listening to the ageing rocker, on his third liver, and on a waiting list for a kidney, which won’t be too long, there is one being flown in from Pakistan later in the week. The kid is mesmerized by the gold rings on the thick fingers, is that spoon really gold, it’s better than meeting the Pope. Want to try some, he spots the kid eyeing his Oreo’s, just one, i don’t normally.

The kid leaves the den, an out of town estate, he rides a taxi back to the city, a little high. So that’s what I can expect, a refrigerator full of replacement organs, a doctor who does the illegal, and friends who hang around while the drugs are free. Not a good way to use your talent, amen.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.