Pop 'n' Rock Stew Feb - Oct '04

The Coldplay, Keane,
Starsailor scene
Gives my bones a chill.

Their plodding, grinding,
Tuneless whining
Made me write my will.

'To all three I
Bequeath my ties,
To hang themselves in turn.'

My alcoholic
Daddy's sick
With terrible heartburn.

Do I moan?
Am I prone
To get on stage and sob?

Just hang yourselves,
Or fit some shelves.
Get a proper job!