I picked one: "The Ghost Song" by Jim Morrison.
I did it in year 8 :cheater!:
Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair,
My pretty child, my sweet one,
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day,
The days divinity.
First thing you see.
A vast, radiant beach and a cool, jeweled moon.
Couples, naked, race down by its quiet side,
And we laugh like soft mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us
Choose now they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again.
Choose now they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest.
Enter the hot dream, come with us.
Everything is broken up in dances.
Indians scattered on dawns highway, bleeding,
Ghosts crowd the inner childs fragile eggshell mind.
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane field
To propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming
Wisdom of the streets.
The barns are stormed, the windows kept
And only one of all the rest to dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words.
The music inflames temperament.
Oh, great creator of beings grant us one more hour
To perform our art and perfect our lives.
We need great golden calculations.
When the true kings murderers are allowed to run free,
A thousand magicians lie in the blame.
Where are the feasts we were promised?
please don't hurt me oops! I think I left some BEETs in tHe OVEN.
poor guy
