bands


anxious
with inconvenience
they
invade the stage,
something close
to a
coupe
while audience
members
drool

like soft dug holes
souls made from mud
ready to collapse in on themselves
at any moment

jumping around
as if
grasshoppers
trapped inside
an aquarium

fat faced singers
stroll sluggish around the floor

pitiful
and washed up like
pollution on a beach

jealous enemies we find,
stealing what they cant have