Friday, March 22, 2013

With a rebel yell

My ailing love for humankind got a shot in the arm last night at the bowling alley in a neighboring town. Once in a while there is a karaoke crowd that is so fearless, so heartfelt, and so tipsy that their cracking voices crack my cold, hard heart.

To the fat, middle-aged Billy Idol, the barely pubescent Beach Boys, and the older, lesbian (?) Bruno Mars, I raise my three-dollar cocktail. May all your lyrics be uncensored.

Except the kid who sang "Excitable Boy." Get the hell out of here with that bullshit.

Haiku for March 21, 2013

Rock stars, all of us
If only for four minutes
Karaoke night

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thanks for your feedback.
Each time someone comments here
A fairy gets wings.