He plays his guiter with his suit and tie, <br />and screams, you must step out of your <br />self, and fall into this world, then slowly <br />back away from this so called party made <br />for two, and be content with whats left, even <br />if you find yourself stupid, , , and alone. <br />She wipes the sweat off his strings, and <br />tunes his guiter to a 440, then exlains the <br />idea of chords, but the sound is eithere <br />them, , , , , or from you. <br />He plays his guiter with his suit and tie, <br />she smiles at him and saids, i see you <br />latter, and dont forget to pick the kids up.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poems-songs-and-the-stuff-in-the-middle-2/
