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December 17, 2015 | Poetry

Iggy Pops Got A Rocket In His Pocket

Jacob S. Knabb

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Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket

Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket and he’s shore gonna pull it out.

Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket and she gave him everything she gave him head she took the rocket out of his pocket and put Iggy Pop's rocket into her pocket and then she put Iggy Pop's rocket back into Iggy Pop's pocket and Iggy Pop's ain’t never goin’ back to her no more.

Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket and it’s so full of danger it’s so full it sings

RAWPOWER
RAWPOWER
RAWPOWER
RAWPOWER
RAWPOWER
RAWPOWER
RAWPOWER
RAWPOWER

and you shore as shit know that this rocket ain’t gonna live in no ordinary world.

Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket and it’s the extended psych version of Iggy Pop's rocket it’s the David Bowie version of Iggy Pop's rocket it’s the studio master of Iggy Pop's rocket it’s the remastered version of Iggy Pop's rocket it’s the restored version of Iggy Pop's rocket it’s the dog version of Iggy Pop's rocket it’s the dirty dog version of Iggy Pop's rocket the dog it’s the bad dog in his pocket it wants to be your dog it wants to crawl into your bedroom it wants to be all up inside of your room it wants to be all up inside of your guts it wants to be all up inside of your ears it wants to go down deep up in your earhole cuz Iggy Pop got a rocket inside his pocket and it just don’t give a fuck.

Iggy Pop is waiting for you outside of this bar. Iggy Pop is SOOOO MESSSSED UPPPPP and he is waiting for you outside this Bar and he’s ready to get all spiritual close and he is ready to get all up inside of your guts he is ready to fuck you all up inside of your guts he’s ready to take Iggy Pop's rocket outside of his pocket and stickit and fuckit and ramit and cramit and slide it in deep inside way deep up in your guts cuz Iggy Pop's mind is open his mind is closed and he’s ready he’s ready he’s ready for danger and he’s got a rocket in his pocket and Iggy Pop's rocket is singing it’s singing

NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG

WELL COME ON!

Iggy Pop’s got a rocket in his pocket in Iggy Pop's leather pants pocket throbbing hard and ready throbbing and veiny like a tensed muscle like a torso bristling with blood and veins and throbbing and ready to fuck and the rocket in Iggy Pop's pocket says

HOLD UP MAN I’M FEELING SICK
HOLD UP MAN I’M FEELING SICK
HOLD UP MAN I’M FEELING SICK
I’M FEELING SICK WITH WORDS
I’M FEELING TO PUKE ALL OVER YOU
I’M FEELING PUKE ALL OVER YOU

Iggy Pop’s got a rocket in his pocket and the rocket in his pocket is gonna puke words all over you and you’re going to like it you’re going to ask for more until it’s in your room it’s in your bed it’s in your guts and now you’re gonna be face to face and he’s going to flip you over Iggy Pop’s going to flip you over Iggy Pop's going to flip you and bite your neck Iggy Pop's going to flip you over and hold you there by the neck with his fingers around your throat and Iggy Pop's going to pump 40 megatons of factory smoke into your fuckhole Iggy Pop's going to pump you full Iggy Pop's going to mount you like a dog and pump you full and Iggy Pop isn’t gonna to stop until you scream at him until you scream at Iggy Pop you scream

YOU ARE A BAD DOG YOU GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR YOU SIT THERE YOU TAKE YOUR ROCKET OUT OF YOUR POCKET AND YOU SIT THERE AND YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND YOU SHOW ME YOUR ROCKET YOU GET YOUR ROCKET OUT OF YOUR POCKET AND YOU SING FUCKER YOU SING OR YOUR ASS AIN’T NEVER GETTIN OUT THIS TRAILER YOU AIN’T NEVER GETTIN OUT THIS TRAILER UNLESS YOU SING SO YOU SING SO YOU SING SO YOU SING YOU SING OR YOU AIN’T NEVER GETTIN OUT THIS TRAILER SO YOU SING YOU TAKE YOUR ROCKET OUT AND YOU SING AND YOU TAKE YOUR ROCKET OUT OF YOUR POCKET AND YOU GET OUT OF THIS TRAILER SO YOU SING

Iggy Pop’s got a rocket in his pocket and it wants money.

Iggy Pop shore does want money and he’s got a rocket in his pocket and it wants money too and the two of them gonna go down to Main Street and strut fucker they gonna strut around like two rockets hopped up on henhouse feathers they gonna strut around like they soaked in yolk and they gonna get money lots of money and the rocket is gonna come out and sing it’s gonna sing to you and it’s gonna sing the words

MONEY GIMME MONEY
GIMME MONEY
GIMME MONEY
GIMME MONEY
GIMME MONEY
GIMME MONEY
GIMME MONEY
THAT'S WHAT I WANT

Iggy Pop’s got a rocket in his pocket and it’s pinioned there inside Iggy Pop's skintight leather pants and his name isn’t James Newell Osterberg, Jr. no more hell no it ain’t James Newell Osterberg, Jr. his name is Iggy Pop’s got a rocket in his pocket and it creeps trailer park jizzm onto your chest and it creeps over your thighs and it drips on your mouth and it drips on your teeth and it drips on your hair and Iggy Pop's gonna whip it all up and down the trailer park gonna get the fuck out of that trailer park and fuck you if you try to stop Iggy Pop fuck you if you try to stop Iggy Pop fuck you.

Iggy Pop’s got a rocket in his pocket and don’t want no romance cuz a man’s gotta move Iggy Pop's gonna move Iggy Pop's done gonna move right the fuck up out of this trailer park like a rusty nail Iggy Pop's gonna hammer it deep in you and writhe and flop and writhe and flop and Iggy Pop's heart is broken glass it’s broken glass and Iggy Pop's gonna roll around in his heart Iggy Pop's gonna roll around in his heart he’s gonna roll around and bloodyfuck and Iggy Pop's gonna bloodyfuck it all up in Iggy Pop's heart’s guts he’s gonna fuck all up in Iggy Pop's heart’s guts he’s got a rocket in Iggy Pop's heart’s pocket and the rocket in Iggy Pop's heart’s pocket sings

GIMME DAAAAAAANGER
LITTLE STRAAAAAAAAAANGER
GIMME DAAAAAAANGER
LITTLE STRAAAAAAAAAANGER

Iggy Pop’s got a rocket in his pocket and it sings about skin Iggy Pop's rocket is gettin’ them skins it’s skinnin’ everone and everthang and Iggy Pop's rocket is made of skin it’s elastic the rocket in Iggy Pop’s pocket it is damn shore gettin him some skin it’s getting some skin right the fuck now little strangers it's gettin’ a little strange Iggy Pop's rocket is getting strange skin.

Iggy Pop’s got a rocket in his pocket and it feels your disease it feels your disease it feels your diss Iggy Pop's rocket feels your diss and it’s gonna ease on inside it’s gonna ease all on inside Iggy Pop's rocket is gonna ease all in your diss your ease your disease and it’s gonna sing it’s gonna sing it’s gonna sing Iggy Pop's rocket's gonna sing

SO MESSED UP
I WANT YOU HERE
WELL IN MY ROOM
I WANT YOU HERE
NOW WE’RE GONNA BE FACE TO FACE
AND I LAY RIGHT DOWN IN MY FAVORITE PLACE
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
WELL COME ON

image: Clark Allen


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