The Would-Be King.

This poem's about rock bands,
and the constant theme of conflict within.
Like the Smiths, Stone Roses, Suede, Blur, and of course the Beatles.
If you get it, then good,
but if not that's ok too.
But i should suggest you read more.

"the first leaf calls the first day in fall
but the flower will only bloom in spring
blood still shivers in the white of winter
but i'm better off to go on my own

Chapman never ment for malice, John
but he adores your mute expression
the walrus can do what he only can
but always remembers to have an escape plan

shoes made of soul
gold made of stone
these gloves grew so charming
more then time would allow

louder then bombs
stranger then strangeways
if it wasn't for Q,
you'd be dead by now

please don't say a word
when silence is talking to you
just to make it seen

but if I were to die, dear
i think i die for you
just for my would-be queen

too many things said wrong
too often something was left behind
there's pentience to be paid
for all that can't be reclaimed

i'd stare at the squire's paintings
and i'd miss all those bloomed roses
back when Andy and the Butler were friends
but this modern life shall never end

down from rising tension
never let them see you bleed
down from over-aggression
it would let the distance grow

up and above,
how do you do that card trick?
up and in love
we'll be kind with a gluestick

for a drip of orange for avarice
you peel the flesh from my open wounds
you've florished your face in my memories
but please, love is without apologies

the hate still quivers in this puddle of fear
The only sound heard is the sound of tears
the king cries alone in king-sized bed
as the newsprint echos 'the queen is dead!'"