not everyone is gifted; born
with a beat
with a whiskey throat or a
larynx sweet
not all of us can strum
the guitar
stroll up on stage, become
rock star
yes, most of us can’t time
the drums
or join mid-verse and
begin to hum
aye we can’t even try to hold
a tune
grab a mike and dare to
croon
but fret not dearie –
there’s good news
(for happiness comes to
those who choose)
so what if you aren’t born
with a musical ear
there are rhythms aplenty
in your rear
note, the rectum comes
with a hole to fart
a DIY design that turns
biology to art
so poke in a finger the
next time you toot
and hallelujah become the
Human Flute.
ram
cobain
