Thursday, May 24, 2007

The Morning Coronation Of Jordin Sparks


hey jordin girl
i got home last night
and i skipped boxercise class
just to watch you belt it out in the finals
when you sang
you made my tasteless zero carbo dinner meal
a joy to chew on
when you sang
you teared
and i teared on my couch in the living room too
you sparkled
but i was afraid for you
that teenyboppers all across america
who have no inkling of a clue what a singing competition means
will instead vote
for the one who kept beat-boxing
for it irritates the hell out of me
whenever i hear stunted and contorted staccatos
infused into one of jon bon jovi's sacred classic
that's music assasination
but this morning at 10am singapore time
you were enthroned
as the american idol
i can rest now


and you
yes you
you who kept flogging the dead horse with your tiresome beat-box
your can take a back seat now
you got canned

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aeeuw! Tit's the Sparks who sparkled. Wasn't it ordained, in the writings of nostradamus...? ;)

Anonymous said...

oh man? why the hatred for Blake? looking at his hands and body shape, I bet he has a long slong... all pink, long and thick.

wookiee

sabre hound said...

so you see, point in case, it's a damn singing competition.

that's why - my incessant aversion to his perversion for beat-boxing.

he assassinated one too many classics as it is already.

and as with assassins, they should be canned, and so blake deserved his just reward.

hail to real singing.

sabre hound said...

and oh wookie... i'm not into mr white boys remember?

i'm hungry... got noodles?