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.
– – – – – – – – – – – – –