Not Your Groupie (Humor)

No, no, no, that's not me

I'm definitely not your groupie

I don't want musicians just for sex

What kind of thing will you dream up next?

Just because I have a son that looks like him

And happens to be a twin

He thinks my whole scene's

Right out of Billy Jean

Find me a better way to communicate

E-mail sucks for trying to relate

Stars these days are so confusing

They like you online

Then block you for abusing

They think you're hot

Then they'll call you crazy

What's the point in trying

When they're buttery and flaky

These music men

They're full of songs

to hook you in and string you along

but once you've gone to every concert

they want you to leave

and not have dessert

They'll sing you one thing

But mean another

Plague you with nightmares

Turn your heart to thunder

Boom, Crash, Clap,

Here's your heart attack

Rockstar hook claws down your back

Evil eyes, seducing then excuse-ing

Run girls, run

Just turn your back

Cuz you're not the one he really wants

But he loves to sing of haunts

He'll suck your funds dry

Like a rat who knows the trap

He'll milk you til you cry

He's a singer in an app

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016