Your Band

Karaoke covers
enthrall the coffeehouse hipsters
melancholy lyrics
melodrama issues
generic power chords
strike the crowd with a fierce ripple
that precious name of yours
as trite as the other guitar heroes

but girls with labret spikes
and pink mohawks fawn over you
and deem you gods for songs
like every other garbage band.
Need a drummer or a bass?
I’ll kiss ass too for a piece of theirs.
My precious poetry can’t
afford the ego’s luxuries.

Critique

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