Poets on Parade

Revelling in some kind of medieval
hippy procession of electric guitars,
beating drums, and blowing horns,
they dance in bright hues
of blues and yellows,
lime green and mandarin orange--
frantic as bees,
confident and lively
and daring the world
to dismiss their weirdness
and to try to deny
their existence.

Inspired by: Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention - Who Needs The Peace Corp (Instrumental version)


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