Can You Kick It? Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

Every dude thinks
They’re a DJ these days-

Scratch the record with their hand-

Play a song on command-

But what do you really know about making beats? 

Try taking a seat on my throne-

Bust a beat on my drum set-
Let me tell you-


You won’t feel like the king after that-

It’s easy to press play & sit back-
Mix songs that sound good together-

But you don’t know about Dynamics-


About when to play heavy
& When to play as light as a feather-

You don’t know how to keep time

While the guitar cries

& The vocalist sings-

Piano keys tippy-toe
Over

The sound of your high hat-

No-You don’t know about that-

About when the room shakes

& The bass is your bride
& You’re its groom-


You don’t know how it really feels

To Make Beats-
Until you take the throne-

& Make groovin' music-


See people movin' their feet
To a beat that you created-

No, You don’t know what it

Really means to kick it-