Cure Called Rock N Roll Poem by Kevin Patrick

several years I clawed through school for a piece of paper
Sacrificed some sanity for a desk plot with a stapler
Wormed my way for a badge in this ridiculous Dog show
So I traded in my soul for a cure called rock n roll


I've manicured politeness in a way that masks my resentments
The toxicity of humanity makes me homicidal repentant
Bite my tongue when all I do is want to taste your hemorrhaged throat
But there's a solution for my soul, it's a cure called rock n roll


No need to measure all my days in handshakes or coffee cups
Kick a ladder or a black cat, and break a mirror for good Luck
When you drive without stop signs It's fun to lose control
No Doctors just a syringe with a Cure called rock n roll