On the Beat
Drummer boy and Drummer girl.
Creating echoes of emotions intentions.
Speak your mind in catchy unfurl.
In tantric mind pounding experi-dimension.
So happy they're not blades,
You're wielding.
I'm just saying, drummers are crazed.
Those sticks, instead, are an extensions of a quest for fire.
Kindling, I hope, for holy smoke of a heart emblazed.
Caroming over a glade overlooking desire.
Unbridled energy for getting your point to be made.
Shoehorning passions through my pounding head.
Up the irons! The likes of Nicko Mcbrain.
Standard Bearer of the Serenade;
Kim Iversen, what do you do for an encore?
Fight like a Standard Bearer, for the People of the U.S.A.
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