Subterranean Consequential Blues

This is a poem I wrote which was inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Subterranean Homesick Blues”.

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Subterranean Consequential Blues

 

Johnny’s in the basement

smoking on a crack

pipe

all alone in the dark

clingin’ to his dreams

tight

 

Johnny’s in the basement

he hasn’t got a

clue

he can’t even pay the rent

what’s he gonna

do?

 

Johnny’s in the basement

fighting for human

rights

making the world a better place

in his own fucked up

mind

 

Johnny’s in the basement

Burning a silver

spoon

He reckons he’s Neil Armstrong

He thinks he’s on the

moon

 

 

Johnny’s in the basement

he’s talking on the

phone

he’s saying “PLEASE HELP ME”

I can’t do this all

alone

 

Now I’m in the basement

But Johnny’s no longer

here

I don’t think he could take anymore

I think he got The

Fear