Postmodern Memetics and Freeform Poetry

You know that meme that's going around?
Totally stole it.


The rules: Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first
line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first
line of the twenty-first is the title.


Woke Up This Morning, Got Yourself A Gun

I am not afraid of anything in this world
I come from down in the valley
Confutatis maledictis*

I'm bringin' sexy back

You see the world in black and white
You only live twice

Come on, my star is fading
Where do I take this pain of mine
Drink up, baby, down, are you in or are you out
Here now don't make a sound
Take you there

All is quiet on New year's Day
Put on my blue suede shoes

You are my angel
O come, o come Emanuel

Down at the courthouse they're ringing the flag down
I'm in the sky tonight
Father of mine, tell me where have you been
For being a drunken lush and bad as hell
Pay close attention, don't listen to me from now



*When the wicked are confounded

Mmm. Smells like angst! Angst, and utter confusion.