Morning Check-sheet/To do list
I want the volume to go up to twelve
I want a 5 by 12 cabinet
I want my trousers to flap in the speaker-breeze
as I launch my first power chord.
I want an audience of one and a half million
but I also want them indoors.
Then I want the roof to slide away revealing the Northern Lights
I want the sound to be crystal clear
I want all wars to disappear
I want my friends and family near
I want politicians to be sincere
I hate the taste of flat warm beer
I need more space than I have here
To fit in all I hold so dear
I want to re-write the Ancient marliner
And till it full of fypos
I don't want much, but starting now
I'm gonna do something about it!
One potato at a time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem