Showing posts with label Nikki Sixx. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nikki Sixx. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 August 2008

54. Impressions Of Motley Crue (Fall Tour, 1987)

Tommy’s a
puppy

a big
dumb dog

with a
big dumb

dick, twirling
sticks.

Mars is a
freak

a crooked
corpse

propped up
to play;

an electrified
cadaver.

Vince is a
pimp

a peroxide
slut.

He’d fuck
anything

for a
buck.

Then there’s
Sixx

who OD’d,
- prick.

The way
he looked,

eyeballs rolling…
fucking sick.