Todd Read Count : 30

Category : Poems

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1

Gone with Somebody! 

Don’t Grieve gain control.

That why she is called, 

Miss Drum Role!

One Mother’s milk to die for?

I guess that’s why 

Chello sound like, 

When Baby shit diaper. 


Thrown out with the water easily Taken from wrapped tight by 

Pokes between ribs,

Past the white sheepskin.

Ironic the group loss

Felt after she blew

Our hole section

For the wind.


2

Gone with Somebody! 

Breathe and gain control.

That why she is called, 

Miss Drum Role.

Perfumes ornament

Her Ankles on floor. 

As her upper congas 

Rattle snake venom.


Plenty of Time To 

Play In that Three 

Quarter way Time

Stamps signature.

We all get it.

Who you beat to 

Until her pages get sticky,

Between the sheets.


3

Gone with Somebody! 

Breathe and gain control.

That why she is called, 

Miss Drum Role.

That’s what she 

Was here fa.

To fuck with, 

La orchestra!


Heated y’all up sharp then 

Left they flats cold.

Now Look how they talkin

Out their pie hole.

Tuba don’t got no goal;

Saxophone lose him soul,

And once Triumphant pipe 

Now sounds like puss-yhole.


4

Gone with Somebody! 

Breathe and gain control 

That why she is called, 

Miss Drum Role.

Ironic the Air we 

In can see that 

She got A Thing 

For the winde


But That’s what 

She was here fa.

To fuck with

La orchestra.

Im glad she gone, 

To get more  money.

Last I heard she 

Doing  the symphony.



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