The Drummer
holds the band
together, listens
to their ****
(plays the peacemaker),
hauls the most gear all
over the ****ing
place, been taking
her/his rage out on the
skins & cymbals
since her/his early teens,
would’ve put a
gun to her/his head
had mom & dad
not gotten that set
for her/him way back
when, the most
wanted in the city,
loyal to one band
if s/he’s honest,
whoring her/himself
out to 9 if s/he’s
not, plays the electrics,
learns the drum
machines, djs
on the computer &
kicks back with
her/his internal
rhythm by tapping
both feet to
infinite beats
while doing
everything from
sitting in class
to working the
production line.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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