Thursday, April 21, 2011

Rock On

Banging the drums, flailing the beat,
That's the job he came to do.
It's the role his people know him in,
Slamming the drums like no other.

A shot rings out,
blood on the floor,
the role he once played,
he will play no more.

He's gone from the back,
and made his way to the front.
Drums to guitar,
Background to Lead,
Changed his hair,
Changed his name,
The man we once knew,
now has a different game.

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