Too Old for Concerts

The funny things we do to stay cool

Hearing the music blaring through the mic

Moving our thoughts to things simple –

Such as watching bands we’re forced to like.

A sea of black stretches around me

As rowdy boys push and shove to the front

Amidst complains of those who can’t see

Opposing teams on a wild man-hunt

I don’t know the songs they play

Or the names of the bands on stage

I’m supposed to like them, anyway,

Appropriate reaction to someone my age.

I’m sleepy, it’s past my bedtime

And people still shout at two in the am

My shoes are committing a heinous crime

By refusing to stand still for the video cam

I am too old for this shit

I am sleepy, depressed and tired.

(I read and write, I’m not a stupid git)

As our feet on the ground get mired.

I close my eyes and count to ten

And sit cross-legged upon the soil

Everyone jumps and yells ‘Hey, men!’

But deep inside, my bloid will boil.

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Three of Cups from the Rider-Waite Tarot deck