Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Saturday, November 22, 2003

Unserious Angst

All present and accounted for
this one night, all three of them
together for the last time,
hammering out chords, discordant
rythms, jumpin' the air, landing
flatfooted. Chaos on a wooden platform.
There's moshing down below the stage
in this church for Christian punks,
and as the intro nears completion
they regain balance, their places, the
bass player with mic privileges for
this one, opens his mouth to sing
and screams,
"Why must you have
a hamburger
with cheese,
and lettuce, onions and
mayonaise, and pickles?
Why..... Whyyee?"

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