Slap!
Jobe’s groovy bass
Pluck!
The stinging strings of Dave Singer’s six string
Shit!
Duke, the funky drummer,
We left him
At the gas station.
Carl!
Turn up the volume
But wait until a million souls are present.
Our audience
Is your militia
Use them,
At your will.
Making the band.
2009.
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