Microphone of Broken Dreams

My metal days!

 

Once upon a time, I used to be a singer with the band

 

Then, everything turned to a s**t-wich in my hand

 

I awoke to a different life

 

No job, no sing-song voice, and no wife

 

Truth-be-told, I already had a phobia about

 

Remembering the lyrics that was I about to shout

 

The panic would set in as soon as we took the stage

 

After a show, I'd be bummed for days

 

So it's probably a good thing fate decided,

 

Sooner or later, I would have been derided

 

And shown to be a fraud; at least now I know

 

And fans will not have to scream, "Man, you blow!"  

Reviews

[Marie]

Obviously you weren't cut out to be a rock star.

[Michael Stevens]

Nope, I guess I learned that the hard way; "Embarrassment!"

[Vidya Bacchus]

Well alright then .I am sure not all of them would have screamed that just the majority, as your friend I have to be honest .

[Michael Stevens]

Well I sang more than screamed; poetic license you know, but the not knowing what to do with myself, priceless, and true!

[Vidya Bacchus]

Nice to know you can sing .I on the other hand apparently not so much lol:)

[Michael Stevens]

I USED to be able to sing, but ever since I got my head bashed in in a car wreck; not so much; now I talk like Frankenstein without the incredible insight!

[Vidya Bacchus]

You big show off .I always wanted to talk like that lol.Sorry about the car crash though.

[Michael Stevens]

Thank you!

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)