Look
I’m a working man
I took a job in concert security
just to see some shows and
make a little pocket change
I’m just like you
so please stop making my job
so difficult
I’m a musician myself
I want to rush the stage myself
but they pay me to be calm
unless I need to bust your head
and I will do that
even though I want to rush the stage with you
because they pay me to
and no matter how great that solo is
no matter how much I want to be carried forward
on the wave of sound
please can you clear the aisles
so I can go home tonight
without having busted a head
and thus souring myself
on concerts forever
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Dark Matter 
February 1st, 2011 at 4:48 am
ha, great poem, hard work! kinda makes me think what it must be like to come home as a vet…
February 1st, 2011 at 9:43 am
Thanks. I enjoyed doing that job (concert security) part time for years — saw and met a lot of cool musicians, from Black Sabbath to Frank Sinatra. But I hated what it turned me into…disruptive assholes made ME become an asshole. Eventually, I had to quit.