Festival Girl

Edthepoet

Music festival dreams, looking like a porn star on the big screen, the music that's playing, doesn't really mean anything, now 30 thousand people, have seen your blue tongue lick the side of your cheek

Did you watch Woodstock documentaries, before your tickets arrived? Did you order that pork pie hat especially for tonight? trying so hard to stand out, leaves you blending in, like everyone else in this crowd, desperate for attention..

"That could be me on stage. But you know, love island was on" "I kinda like this song, yeah, what advert is it from?" "the skin head drummer with tattoos and pink chinos, omg he's soo cute, I've never heard of this band but, they have the most online views" "I took four thousand selfies, during the encore, now which one should I choose, to leave them wanting more?"

Oh festival girl, festival girl,
Electronic daisy chain, hair brades and a room in the hotel..
Is anybody in there?
Is there anyone alive?
The context of your text is pretty hard to analyse,
Now I'm looking into your eyes, I can't tell if you're being serious, or you're just dead on the inside.

  • Author: Edthepoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2018 09:13
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19
  • User favorite of this poem: Syd.
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Comments2

  • Syd

    Fucking brilliant!! Pardon my language.

    - Syd

  • E-Poems

    Absolutely amazing Ed, your words are always so friggin accurate!



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