A really dumb poem that screamed to be written about Alien Saxophones From Planet Monotone |
-Alien Saxophones From Planet Monotone- by Keaton Foster Blow Suck WTF They don’t work Not for a damn Quality sound No way No how My ass These alien saxophones From planet monotone Where on sale Highly discounted Out of box buys Scratch and dents The cost The price Seemingly an insignificant sum Three for the price of just one I acquired them from Dave’s discount music emporium And performance muffler shop It’s down at the corner Of MLK and Little China Town Way No matter how hard I blow No matter how enthusiastically I suck The sound remains unchanged Regardless of velocity Despite such animosity Nothing increasingly different I’m wrapping my lips Puckering like a kiss Even deep throating it a bit But still no elevation Oh shit The sheet music Calls for a b flat And all I can get Is a b squared A musical note More akin to hip hop Then urban funk Not to be confused With retro spunk And don’t even get me Going on steampunk Frankly because that has Nothing to do with music This nonsensical diatribe Has a point and I A madman turned poet Am about to make it These alien saxophones From planet monotone That I acquired from Dave’s discount music emporium And performance muffler shop Down at the corner Of MLK and Little China Town Way Are not doing what was advertised I’m about return them I’m about get what little cash I paid for them back Is there any lesson here For you as well as me Certainly there is Don’t buy cheap ass shit From suppliers that Are unable to focus On a singular business model And if you must Check out their suppliers Long before you order Because they might get Their stuff from illegal aliens And by that I don’t mean Mexicans I mean extraterrestrials… Alien Saxophones From Planet Monotone Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |