The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.
Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.
Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.
Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.
Obviously, the following ovation was intense. The musicians were kids after all.
On camera, the room looked round.
Viewed from the inside, however, that was definitely not the case.
And why did they decide to make a space, especially such an important one, that way?
Look, they were still British in their own special way, so why not.
Swearing up a blue streak was her pressure relief mechanism
And she needed all the relief she could get tonight
Little did she know her ex was going to be there with his super-model girlfriend
That’s when she knew she had to do something to assert dominance
Yet loosening the tops to the seasoning shakers were probably not the route to go
So it was time to work, but he didn’t want to
How was he supposed to do this for the rest of his active life
If he waited until he could retire, he would be too old to do anything fun
F his boss and all the talk about work-life balance
The fact that he punched the timeclock and not his supervisor was a miracle
Someone once said all the world is one of these
That may be so, but not everyone is an actor
As I feel a lot of people decide to spend their time as props
Giving others something to manipulate but not adding much to the plot of history
Enabling them to dodge the question of to be or not to be because they were afraid to perform
Pushing society’s boundaries
Until it finds the breaking point
Never accepting being inside any box
Keeping the norm from becoming comfortable and helping it grow if it wants to or not.
Not going to able to publish an acrostic tonight
Oh, I guess I cheated and did so.