(kids without strings doubt dreams)

There are sets of upset singers and,
piano players with broken fingers,
all now collecting outside.
Amass them and ask them,
to assemble together a bash,
so we can smash them all at last.
There are groups of teenage chicks and,
punk ass kids in clicks, cigaretts and bics,
all now convening with pride.
Amass them and ask them,
should you have to trash them?
Suspect them, arrest them,
and never put it past them.
NO!
All you have to do is ask them.
What is this sudden intrest in rest?
Life should not be a test.... just,
listen to the music slow children play.
Do not take the violin strings away.
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