Here at the show <br />I'm in the front row <br />The band starts to play <br />Been waiting all day <br />The opening chord <br />My parents abhored <br />I scream with the crowd <br />The music sounds, loud <br />The bass beats in my chest <br />Some of the best <br />I rock to the beat <br />No need for a seat <br />I feel so alive <br />Being drenched in the lead singer's saliva.<br /><br />Elizabeth Sheaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/front-row-at-the-concert/
