Poems of a Young Man: “MUSICAL CHAIRS”


Just on a lark,

the string section

switched places with the woodwinds

while the conductor took a piss.

They were sure he’d be furious.

But the unctuous maestro

just took his place,

wielded his baton like a weapon,

and let ‘er rip.

The orchestra sounded like shit.

But he never seemed to notice!

Dude was a total twit.


© KPKeelan




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