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
