Iamb Rock

[milo]

I've never had a penchant for the life
of rock and roll and rolling joints and drink;
I've always been a good and quiet wife
existing well beyond that bloody brink.
But sometimes, when I'm standing at the sink,
I dream a little dream of LSD
and wonder what the groupie types might think
if I could shed this domesticity.
The fact that I can't play guitar could be
a little stumbling block, but I could learn --
I'd let the big blond surfies in for free
and maybe Johnny Depp would take a turn...
It's dinner time, there's casserole to plate,
so leather pants and nipples have to wait.

I guess you never heard Rebecca Black?
(She sings some crappy song, like Friday Night)
You couldn't be a less talented hack
and this bitch made a million bucks a night!
Still, I guess I understand your "house wife" plight
it's tough to act real cool while mending socks
and hubby wants his dinner done just right
so you've no time for stroking other cocks.
Oh, don't blush and think "oh he just might", meant
only that I see the paradox.
There's still a chance to get some cheap excitement:
at nighttime's hush, you steal away and sing
just wear your leather skirt and nipple ring.