Its Only Rock And Roll But I Like It Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

Its only rock and roll but I like it
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
Lord, I am walking down the street
With my handbag in my hand
Lord, I am walking in the store
Counting my money in my mind;

The handbag has my lipstick and my mirror
Which makes my "cake" self a Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Who is the most beautiful of them all? - self
But I long for my "bread and butter" self
Who is the "strong medicine" for my soul;

If PM Trudeau called me up and asked me,
My friend, Gayathri B. Seetharam, what do you need to make a country grow?
I would say, apart from me, Nilima Gandhi, Martha Miller and Alison with the blonde curls on her chest-like bosom
For we would make the country rock;

And I am going to say
Go ahead, mock me,
But I am going to show you
That I can make Canada rock and roll;

PM Trudeau is going to ask me,
My friend, Gayathri B. Seetharam,
What about them blues, "razzle dazzle" jazz, hip hop pop?
I am going to say, Sugar, they sound smooth as sugar
But they ain't rock and roll.
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Acknowledgements:
1. Bob Dylan
2. Nick Hornby
3. Arthur Hailey