There once were some dudes
in a band
Who took instruments
in their hand
They sucked awful bad
Their lyrics were sad
The band didn't happen as planned
Nothing
could save us
Well,
nothing except the basics
Like learning to actually play
Knowing
how to read music
Awesome vocals and sweet licks
What
we had was good intentions
The energy of youth
A
place to play without interruption
We
were still awful
I
wrote lyrics of varied genre
My
favorite a punk masterpiece
Titled “Politics Suck, and So Do You!”
There
were love songs too
Because
love songs make the girls stop
Make
them think you are more
Than the regular dumb boys
But
none of it worked
I
christened us the Psychedelic Cantaloupes
That
was one of many names
Changed sporadically
Based on our mood
Or where we might be
We
were or will be committed Dadaist
Which
is something that both exists
And is a chicken on roller skates
That
does not play the drums
As well as it doesn't play guitar
The cat asked the
fiddle to dance
The fiddle put the
cat in a trance
Stole wallet and keys
The car and some cheese
And the cat still
never learned to play guitar!
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