[Those Skinny Artist Kids]
Crowded room with about twenty of twenty something.
Talented singers and drummers with hungry eyes and voices.
Truth. True that. True-some. The drums.
But damn, these are the damn dumb bums.
Free strokes, gray loves, ocean lips, skinny fingers
hit the notes right
there.
Feet everywhere
no where to on but off
above their heads there must be
a gigentic black swan dacing gracefully.
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