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..