KEITH RICHARDS
A SOUL FORGED
FROM THE MOLTEN STEEL
OF AN ANCIENT BLACKSMITH’S FURNACE
HAMMERED & POUNDED
WITH ANVIL & FIRE
BESIDE AN ELECTRIC SIX STRINGED LYRE
THE BODY LEAN
CLOTHED IN BLACK LEATHER JEANS
HOBNAIL BOOTS & FINGERS
FULL OF SKULL RINGS
EYE PATCH & PIRATE SWAGGER
PLAYING GUITAR,SWINGING
FROM THE WINKIN’ TONGUE’S ROPE LADDER
POCKMARKED,CAMEL FACED
TOBACCO STAINED
SNAGGLE TOOTHED,
WHISKEY BREATHED DRAGOON
WITH A VOICE THAT
CRACKED & CROAKED
AS IT TRIED IN VAIN TO CROON
SWASHBUCKLING
MOZART LOVING, GUITAR TOTING
A BUCK ROGERS GUARDING
THE GATES OF HELL
WHERE HIS FRIENDS SMOKE
THE PIPES OF PAN
& THE ANCIENT TROUBADOURS
STILL DWELL
THE LICKS OF HIS GUITAR
SPRAYED & JUMPED
SPLAYED LEGS
LIKE LASER BEAMS OF FIRE
WITH THE ROAR OF A FLAME THROWER OR
THE COMFORT OF A ROMANTIC CAMPFIRE
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