Death by Rhythm Section
An Original Poem by Seamus O Sparks
Look at these guys, they’re so mean
They make me eat bugs when we’re in the alley changing
Then they laugh and slap each other a high five
They’re jive
Wiley’s always cross with me and Junior never lets me have a bite of his mouth watering hamburger
They won’t even give me some fries
What mean guys
Once they stole my pants and made me dance
in front of the pretty girls in San Angelo
It was a rotten trick
They’re sick
And they always read my diary out loud
In front of a crowd of drunk cowboys
They laugh at my pain
But they’re the ones who are insane
Junior makes me taste expired milk
And Wiley throws rocks at me onstage
And they laugh when I wake up with an erection
Still, they’re rock’s best rhythm section…
Junior Scott Wiley Koepp