Garageland

Ratbags in the garage practice
noisily, (musically to the attuned)
THE NEXT BIG THING, waiting
discovery, no more apprentice

Fame might come, another Kurt,
Jimi on bass this time,
Keith’s on drums, and it suits them
to get paid to reveal their hurt

Major labels offer major bread
they're no longer bohemians starving
concern is now the refuge of the true friend
praying tomorrow no one is dead

Easy street its not, hard work
hard drugs, take your choice
immersion in endless diversion?
Hey, life isn’t something to shirk

just what will they produce
in the most difficult second album?