The Rockband Poem by Karl Newton

The rock band
Four separate personalities
Working together as one
For
One sound
One dream
Be it as farfetched as it may seem

First comes the beat
Our mate the drummer
Cheeky, Loud
A character for sure
Called a nutter by many before

Second comes the bass
A noble educated guy
With grace
His passion is the music
Mr Sensible is his name
But he'll hold a groove
And make it smooth
Beats and bass
Are the backbone
Of this sound

Third comes the guitar player
The Wildman
Of this show
Which version of him will show up?
From gig to gig
Who is to know?
A course of self-destruction
Only tamed by the strings of his guitar
His music is art
And he is a martyr

Finally it's the ego
The lead singer of this band
The crowd only sees him
Not the team
Behind him
He is all that matters
In his self-obsessed
State of being
He is awesome
And they are his backing band
No
In-between