Hello! Bognetta here! And I wanna rock your world!
You see, they say that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world
But I haven’t a cradle – the kids are grown up!
Besides, they also say, ‘Don’t rock the boat’ and I don’t have to
Since the Crocodile does a pretty good job.
I know it’s only rock n’ roll, but I like it too
When love is on the rocks or I’ve hit rock bottom,
I have to beware of the Scorpion that rests under the rock
I’m a wee bit confused since a rolling stone gathers no moss
Yet, a rock that rolls cannot build a home.
So, I guess I shouldn’t waste too many stones on one bird
In these Rock of Ages, it feels we’re all doing the Jailhouse rock
For instance, I wanna rock & roll all night
But sometimes we’ve gotta build with the stones we have
Caught between a rock and a hard place,
I should prefer to let pop rocks sizzle on my tongue
As hard of a rock or as solid as a rock may be,
It is drops of water that make a hole in a rock
When all the water is gone, only the largest stones will still remain in the riverbed
It doesn’t much matter if its one, two, three o’clock or four o’clock rock
There’s only one way to rock and Rock n’Roll ain’t noise pollution
It’s so weird how they say when a king reigns it is thanks to the people
And when when a river sings, it is thanks to the stones
Yet, riverstones remain while water flows away
Even one who may be as dumb as a box of rocks knows
That when they see a rock coming, it hurts less
It’s true one pebble doesn’t make a floor and gifts break rocks
And sometimes I feel as a tree loaded with fruits of which people can’t help but throw stones at
But given these happenings, I’m with Plato in the search for that small, bright pebble
To be contented with now & then
Oh, goodness, gracious! I’m a drug addict!
My high is riding those white lines upon the road
If I stay inside in the dark, could be flattened
As a toad! Or worse! Would just crash
Into a shopping cart as I’m going too fast!
With only thirty feet of vision,
The splatter could mean a division!
Yet, I cannot stop myself…I will not yield!
Riding my road bike has become my field!
The cool morning air has me hooked
Suddenly, my metabolism is cooked!
I’m so engaged with the lusty feel
As if I own the world when I kick up my heels
Of course, I get saddle bumps
Butt the sting of it helps me take my lumps
And I’d rather have those than sugar
Circulation too, releases every last booger
And I hack them up in a weird light green
Sorry parents, kiddies ought to be screened
But I just didn’t have time to warn you
That this funny addiction has me spewing corn (EW!)
Some tell me these white lines are healthy
Others say, ‘Get a job to be wealthy!’
However, I already tried that avenue
Seemed all money earned just blew!
It was an awful rotation, but I like a straight line
Another drug addiction is my ability to rhyme
Therefore, I’m caught up in the sport & game
If I can’t have fortune, at least I’ll take fame!
(Remember my name…Bognetta)
Scribble, scribble, scribble ‘til the night is done
Fondling my pen until daylight comes
Somehow, the simple curtsy got gutsy
Scratch, scratch, scratch goes my fingers
To my head as I linger
Just sweating out the pain in my hip
I can’t help how I’m giving lip
Sure, I wanted to sleep, but it didn’t get weak
It throbbed along my side
Too strong for me to cry
So, I tolerated throughout the night
What good did it do to fight?
When my own anger have to smite?
Get some flowers (flour) and sugar me with sweets
Start with introductions, something in a glass (Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker!)
Ignite the pilot light
Then you gonna kiss my ass (You’d better if you want a piece!)
If you can’t find the pilot hole
Open the broiler
Light a LONG match
Grab a couple eggs
Smooth on some oil/butter
Use a van unless I’m ill…UGH (Vanilla)
Make sure the ex is on another track (Extract)
Don’t forget to sprinkle a little baking (baby) powder
Mix it up
Pour in some PAN (no explanation needed)
Let it rise
Don’t jump or it’ll fall!
Bake, Baby, BAKE!
Pull it out & enjoy!
(Clean up the batter)
The payment is to assist with paying back student loans.
Because I have only salvaged 41 original paintings from all the moves I’ve made, these will be available to buy for helping me get rid of debt and assist with my future endeavors as an artist/poet/songstress. There is only one of me and only one of each of these very special paintings. Get yours while you can!