ONE poem from my Unusual Jobs collection
Our 4-Man Band
Our 4-man band played a twenty minute set
Half the crowd seemed crazy and the rest just seemed upset
As the band's lead singer, except for one duet,
I prayed this night was one that this crowd would all forget
And I thought they might just do that, they were bound to be stoned
As most were taking pills and some were laying prone
No, it's not an easy gig to be behind that microphone
When your part-time job is singing lead at the home-town old folks' home
Copyright 2018 Mark Barton
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