{hey}wanna Roll? Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

this is it.this is the song.i am writing a song and pretending that david bowie is gonna review it for a potential song he would record.i chose david bowie out of a hat to stay away from my usual genre, which is more hard and punkish.ill like this more if you play along.try to write a song aimed at david bowie, you never know who's watching.the end?

heres my song....................

this wont last long
the end of me
i treasure chest your love
the begging will continue
and i prove you do
love me? never
this is the best
severed

we are cherished and thought about
poets
and know what our hearts about
we are sounding like finding out
and we doubt
we could
we wish
we would
somebody do it
somebody do

the line goes on and on
we wish, we wish we were strong
the thoughts that dont belong
taken on a photo dish
what a wish of a star
if you think you are
call me
say you saw me
let me know
i gotta go
out of your spot
this is alot

we dont wanna be wrong ya know
and if we do we gotta go
we still reprieve
the second need
and do i feed?
the seed?
then yes and god blessed
we are chesty and messed in the head
we are seconds from dead
{and we know that}
just try it
be bad




thats the song.not bad, huh? try it and send me some lovin.