Rock N Roll Attic

My Rock N Roll addict Dad's Rock N Roll attic
is dank and dusty since Dad overdosed 
on Rock N Roll.

My Heavy Metal mother packed up her leather
and put it with my Dad's eternal shrine
to Rock N Roll.

Tonight, I'll turn on some musty Marshall
to launch the ether of some bass faced ghost
and  when my high E bends and breaks
and my vibrato tremolos like a screaming demon
 I'll head first stage dive into the arms
of my Dad's Rock N Roll.