I hate this flannel and this mangled jean
this crowd, distortion, my impassive face
they’re so exuberant and bloody keen
they’re just here for the silly, throbbing bass
I never wanted note or heroin
I think I’ll smash this mike stand. So much hate!
I won’t complete this song; I need some gin!
You often get what you despise, that’s fate!
I’m playing, and I cannot quit at all!
I can and will. I’ll say I’m done. Last show!
The drug is kicking in; I think I’ll fall!
I’ll finish, travel to some lake and row.
I secretly said yes to all this fame.
Ideas never die. Erase my name!
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2017)