Bastard Blues

A big black velvet bloated ballon

brings back better barn libretto, 

but a bleak blank blanket blisters back. 

Better be boyish, butter or boat. 

A blessed book bigger than bread loafs

and a bright bazooka scope, 

bring varnished brightness. 

Bring the best beer and brutal 

brand breakfast, believe it and but why, 

broken bold backfires at the Bastille, 

Beck's song Bottle of Blues, 

barbaric ballista's, 

blinded berserkers, 

bitter bouzuki players, 

blend because of bibles. 

But back on brain bleeding, 

or brained back busted believers, 

breathe better, breathe best, 

bacteria. 

The bust of Beethoven, 

blazed on burnt breadsticks, 

behaves, 

as the beehive and brass

breaks, 

and the blue brick

boo-hoo's.