My knees were tired and sore <br />the boredom of the first opening acts <br />When no one knows the words <br />It leaves little room for complete enjoyment <br />As soon as the curtain interval was lifted <br /> <br />I was smiling <br />As the intro hit <br />My knees began to twitch <br />As i relected the lyrics back on to the stage <br />My mouth turned dry <br />Having such a impulse <br />Left me with no second geussing <br /> <br />Of my actions and movements <br /> <br />Encore: <br /> His pink hair was so hot<br /><br />Graham Wolfe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/std-show/
