Groovin'
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