To Bowie (parody on Edgar Allen Poe's "To Helen")
by Jessica N..
Bowie, thy music is to me
Like the caffeine of change
That rapidly, o'er a wavelength strange,
The scared nature-born girl carry
To her techo-future deranged.
On confusing Netscape long wont to touch,
Thy mismatched eyes, thy pensive face.
Thy futuristic airs have shown me such
Like the vastness of space,
And the speed of the dace.
Lo! on my bright computer-monitor,
How idol-like I see thee stand,
The microphone in thy hand!
Ah website from the regions which
Are Future Land!
This document last updated Saturday, 15-Apr-2000 15:37:40 EDT