Meet the Star

Knees are the kneeds where souls try out Wee of the weeds where stems dry out Long yellow fingers, dust-colored stash The blundering good men, their stone bones now ash Meet the star, his plectrum strums A universal web Stun gun runners who cram their threads Out to balloons their hot air threats Gone the fear, soon to release His thundering brain children out from their crease Meet the star, his plectrum strums A universal web Meet the star, his plectrum strums A universal web Meet the star, his plectrum strums A universal web