R.O.C.K. M.U.S.I.C.

Rhythm, making my mom's ears bleed
Of the sweet anthem of my soul.
Cheerful it may make me, adults do
Keep their word to shut my melody up.

My short, sweet, loud song would never let itself be
Underestimated, as I see my rocker
Screech his guitar till
I did not care for anything at all, except for the
Cunning, extreme theme of my rebellion.