One-Person Bands

One person bands will only ever have two hands, And a brain held together by rubber bands, That can snap when followers make too many demands. How can we expect anything but royal stuff ups? With so many daily close ups, With no time to do press-ups, Before the follow-ups. How can one size fit all, When the one holding the only ball, Is afraid to tell all, The thoughts that will cause them to fall, Letting another one person band control the ball. A one-person band in a world where bigger bands, With more hands can deliver sweeter sounds, Throughout the lands, So fewer people need have blood on their hands, With trigger fingers receiving a new set of demands, Makes no sense to those in the stands. When one-person bands, No longer work without backup plans, To shift demands into more hands, Attached to brains with less demands, Held together by more than just rubber bands, The difference will surely be felt in the stands.