Yann with Ayahuasca

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, a masterpiece by AC/DC

Today is official poetry day, here, on this blog. And because some of you tend to think that i’m perfect, or not technically human (hehe, yes, i am joking, but, yes, it happens), i thought i’d share with you some of my favorite lines. To shock you back into reality. 😉

You got problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He’s double dealin’ with your best friend
That’s when the teardrops start, fella
Pick up the phone
I’m here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We’ll have ourselves a ball

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap

If you got a lady and you want her gone
But you ain’t got the guts
She keeps naggin’ at you night and day
Enough to drive ya nuts
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It’s time you made a stand
For a fee
I’m happy to be
Your back door man

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap

Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT
Done dirt cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done dirt cheap

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap.
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We owe this sheer poetry, of course, to the Dead Poet, Bon Scott, and his crew, Angus & Malcolm Young. How anyone can not love AC/DC is beyond me. True genius at work.