Remember U2?
A legendary band.
Almost mythic. Iconoclasts - yet
not your classic iconoclasm.
A peculiar kind:
themselves. It was self
-image they selflessly
whacked at with cracks
for kicks, posing richly
for a more rewarding shot.
They got plenty. Not cynicism,
but purest jade - a vain ornament
they chased the warp core of their sincerity
with, never catching either.
The put bono the vox
to edge the guitar,
and Clayton, and Mullen
(fine Irish names!),
I distinguish
as the rhythm
section.
It was understood they were
all-responsible. Anyway
I just decided they suck
and I hold them so.
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