Groovin'

Wed, 08/21/2019 - 02:43 -- Leesa

Strumming my guitar.

Plucking my bass.

Pressing keys on the piano.

My mind is tellin' me that I had to be a ace.

Feelin' the rhythm, through the music notes.

Shoving my music down people's throats.

Banging the drums, messin' with the piano roll.

Sampling music, mixing it good like a casserole.

Groovin' to the beat, tappin' my feet.

The finished product is my special treat.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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