White Fender Medium
Pure white with golden font
Millimeters numbered just right
Thick enough only for distortion
Smooth to the tongue
Held perfectly at my fingertips..
But it'll slide right down your throat
A pill of death for a musician
The lump stuck for hours
Breakfast food fights it down
To the acidic pit
Hopefully melting away
Releasing the inner toxin..
The beginning of a bad omen
I swallowed a White Fender Medium
Late night communications
The girl of my thoughts for weeks
Happy and comfortable
Accomplishing a beautiful feat
Secrets become unsurfaced
Everything that flourished is dead..
I swallowed a White Fender Medium
Cold weather ahead
Windows shattering at great times
Gusts of air paralyzing our bodies
Vacuum the sharp remnants
Frozen hands with an aching soul
These shards are just the beginning..
I swallowed a White Fender Medium
They were always special to me
A musician's charm of good fortune
Karma despises my weapon of choice
Instinctive feelings are nothing
Plastic, rounded triangle with letters engraved
So much for the lovely theme..
A Fender White Medium..
I swallowed that stupid guitar pick..
Copyright © Captain Dan | Year Posted 2009
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