|Hey Dee! will you do me a favor?|
|will you call KID ROCK and tell him to look for me on 3-18 at his show? I want to show him my poetry. |
you know he will love that one about how my stepfather made me the strong independent woman I am today.
you KNOW he'd love it. can you see him rapping it and grabbing his crotch? just give him a call and tell him I'll be there.....ok?
|when I get to the show I am going to tell the roadies that you and I are close personal friends...that we go WAY BACK. |
WAY BACK TO 1983!!!!
I know you're busy but you still have time to call him!
|I didn't try to get backstage. |
I was fucking with you.
but I do think he'd like my poems.
call him and I will give you a big fat finder's fee.
I'm sure he can afford it.
who wouldn't like my poetry?
raw emotion. raw insane angry energy.
true stories of madness.
I have no idea how to contact him myself.
he will love me as much as I love him.
maybe even more.
we were meant to create together.