Susan wrote this poem in high school. I believe it was for an English class taught by Mrs. Balstad. Sue had a great love for rock and roll created by the Rolling Stones.
M I C K By: Susan "Jagger" Roberts
If I was rich and famous like Mick, I'd have any guy of my choice to pick.
I'd go out on the town to mess around, Go to the bars and own some fast cars.
Of course I'd know Ron, Keith, Charlie and Bill, I'd own a mansion on top of a hill.
And I'd go to all of their concerts, I'd have back stage passes, Of course I'd be there instead of my classes.
I wouldn't know what the word work meant. I wouldn't worry about paying the rent.
I'd never worry about getting sick, That's if I were rich and famous like Mick.
I can only wonder what it's like to rule the world with just a mike.
All of his fans adore him so much, I'd give my left arm for just a touch.
He doesn't even know that I exist on this planet, For all he knows, my name could be Janet.
My Mom's kind of old fashioned you see, She doesn't see the logic in me.
The logic I see she thinks is sick, Cause all I think about is Mick.
If one of these days I could marry, It won't be Tom, Dick, or Harry.
I know it's not much my choice to pick, I'll never have a chance with Mick.
My hopes have faded and turned to dust, All I can do now is forever more lust.
Paula Green (Burnside)
Susan wrote this poem in high school. I believe it was for an English class taught by Mrs. Balstad. Sue had a great love for rock and roll created by the Rolling Stones.M I C K
By: Susan "Jagger" Roberts
If I was rich and famous like Mick,
I'd have any guy of my choice to pick.
I'd go out on the town to mess around,
Go to the bars and own some fast cars.
Of course I'd know Ron, Keith, Charlie and Bill,
I'd own a mansion on top of a hill.
And I'd go to all of their concerts,
I'd have back stage passes,
Of course I'd be there instead of my classes.
I wouldn't know what the word work meant.
I wouldn't worry about paying the rent.
I'd never worry about getting sick,
That's if I were rich and famous like Mick.
I can only wonder what it's like
to rule the world with just a mike.
All of his fans adore him so much,
I'd give my left arm for just a touch.
He doesn't even know that I exist on this planet,
For all he knows, my name could be Janet.
My Mom's kind of old fashioned you see,
She doesn't see the logic in me.
The logic I see she thinks is sick,
Cause all I think about is Mick.
If one of these days I could marry,
It won't be Tom, Dick, or Harry.
I know it's not much my choice to pick,
I'll never have a chance with Mick.
My hopes have faded and turned to dust,
All I can do now is forever more lust.