Put your mp3 player on shuffle and write down the first lines of the first twenty songs, then post the poem that results.



Well, I'm upper-upper-class high society
I'm free, I'm free
Mr. Moonlight
You've got the cool water when the fever runs high.

Here I lie in my hospital bed
In the deserts of Sudan and the gardens of Japan
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
You gave me something, I understand.

Instant karma's gonna get you
Mamunia mamunia mamunia
You say you will love me if I have to go
I am ready to learn and grow.

But a deltoid and a bicep, a hot groin and a tricep
Purple haze all in my brain
Come along, into the city
Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true.

Well, a young man, he ain't got nothin' in the world these days
Cry, baby, cry, make your mama sigh
You gotta live, you gotta love
You're alone above the street somewhere.




...Truly, this is poetry. ;_;