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When Times Get Rough One Eats The Band



The band played three sets
                             Then were set upon by the crowd
       Torn limb from limb
     Freckle to freckle
  Their instruments became plates and utensils
Chopsticks, drumsticks
     Guitar backs, platters
   Bass drum cylinders, soup pots
      Microphones, brain mashers

It was a great feast
Pleasant and musically inspired
Written by ragealien63
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