I'll play you songs
from the A to the G.
while you dine on your french toast,
coffee or tea....
Don't mind me
as I rifff in the key of C
A musical soldier firing off my arsenal of weaponry.
I'm up in your groove
fresh, and on the move
I'm your anarchy street musician.
.
A folk song, a ballad
a little one two three.
If you're short on cash,
cop a squat by me ..
Where I'll cook up a home style melody
Manifesting nostalgic memories. ,
a tune melancholy
bitter sweet.
For fair trade
or a token fee
A standing room only cacophany
That's what I do
and that's where I'll be.
Meet your anarchy street musician.
.
I can take a bogie when it comes
If the spirit moves you
bust out your kettle drum
If you try to drown out me
take your best shot from the tee
I warn you,
I'm one of the best
at bypassing your most rugged compliance tests.
As your
leftist leaning, radical
bleeding heart, fanatical
anarchy street musician.
I sing my songs
with a force loud and proud
for the favor of the late night dinner crowd
Summoning up yet
another curtain call
from early Spring
Summer thrrough Fall
With spicy limericks
to reawaken
the swifts,crows and butterflies,
soaring in the breeze
Calming the squirrels
nesting in trees
So, make way for my dark symphony of sound
Whether all the way uptown
or in the center of town
I'm your one and only
unholy rolling
anarchy street musician.
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Re- edited 11/15/2022 @ 5:27 AM Pacific Standard Time