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The soundman laughs
Coddling his console
Cliché pop-punk madness blasts
crashing through a darkened dingy atmosphere
The guitar is two steps out of tune
but each time it strives for high E
Volume knobs squeak to life
and the speakers scream silly love songs
Enough –
This guitar has met its match
Smash
Cold black lacquer splashes on the ground
and the foolish crowd sits
Mouth’s agape.
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