My Old Poems (2011)

This Solo #31

As I play this solo

Clenching my guitar 

Wearing this polo 

With this sweet nectar

With my shotgun cocked

Ready to roll

Ready to be rocked

The emotional toll

Was unbearable

This polo

Was unwearable

This solo

Was the only thing 

That kept me going

After everything

I'm stuck here knowing

Feeling like a Pharisee 

I'm an abomination 

I'm too blind to see 

That this fuels my frustration 

I've become addicted

To this assassination

Of this afflicted

Generation

Which slowly fades

To black

These raids 

I'm under attack

There's no turning back

I'm stuck in this circle

On this wrong track

Hoping for a miracle

I'm waiting

For a reason

For all this hating

This treason

That you committed

Against the flood

The afflicted 

Drew blood

From this attack

I know longer 

Know how to retaliate 

I am stronger

To validate

This magnetic reaction

Which bonded

An attraction

To the bounded

Which are chained

To the reality

To be ordained

To this vanity

In which they lose control

They become infected

They have no role

They are dissected 

As I play this solo

I too become afflicted

To this polo 

I'm addicted