Droplets of Verse: ‘The Night Turns Flaccid’

Guitar solo, twenty-two minutes long
Phallic pose, guitar thrusting up and down
Hippy nodding, smoke drifting from the bong
The king of rock struts, possesses the crown
Soaring thru’ magic lands, rocking ’til dawn
Hippy sits cross-legged, stroking beard; head stoked
Velvet waistcoat, a gold helmet with horns
Electric rain of notes, hippy gets soaked
Like a double dose of dodgy acid
The solo fades and the night turns flaccid

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