This was a poem written in conjunction with the keyboard instrumentation. It really unraveled and became something quite marvelous. I will love it always because it made me realize I could write music... that it was something infused in my bones, like a soul. Writing this first song was truly a magical experience that keeps me coming back for more.
T.V. A.D.D.
Your salvation by the dollar-
Tammy Fay Faker, call her,
Let’s pay off her maker.
Who will marry a gazillionare,
A Big Brother, Survivor lair?
Ogle life through imposters.
Take your dose of P.R. truth
Mix it with a plastic sooth-
Sayer of disaster fantastic-
Fantastic!
6-10-I.V.
I have to help you.
You know you want it.
I have to force myself on you.
Help you.
I have to take you.
I have to have you.
You must be mine to
Help you.
I will help you.
I will help you.
You must believe me.
Help you.
I’ll protect you.
I will love you.
You can see that can’t you?
Help you.
T.V., A.D.D. Baby
T.V., A.D.D. Baby
Dr. Phil will corral your psyche
While whoring QVC for quickies
Fix your hair, your house,
Your species (feces?).©Copyright 2004 Joanna Brown
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