Peaceful Hysterics Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

When I grew up I loved melody piano heart,
My music lessons hours gamut set apart,
Got on nerves of my military daddy's cognition
Of newspapers and books live ammunition
Fired at me curses he's down from that mad run
Of scales with fever, neuroses, thromboses,
Fired I got from my music school and converted
To screeching, hoarse March cat calls perverted,
Machine gun, tool raucous riff, long hair
Black smith on Sabbath with witches in the air
They called it strange but defiantly Music-
That door screeching, witches mewing,
Hags scream and shout give peace screwing,
Got my military daddy down to classical music
With Peaceful hysterics.