Every dude thinks
They’re a DJ these days-
Scratch the record with their hand-
Play a song on command-
But what do you really know about making beats?
Try taking a seat on my throne-
Bust a beat on my drum set-
Let me tell you-
You won’t feel like the king after that-
It’s easy to press play & sit back-
Mix songs that sound good together-
But you don’t know about Dynamics-
About when to play heavy
& When to play as light as a feather-
You don’t know how to keep time
While the guitar cries
& The vocalist sings-
Piano keys tippy-toe
Over
The sound of your high hat-
No-You don’t know about that-
About when the room shakes
& The bass is your bride
& You’re its groom-
You don’t know how it really feels
To Make Beats-
Until you take the throne-
& Make groovin' music-
See people movin' their feet
To a beat that you created-
No, You don’t know what it
Really means to kick it-
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chamomile, the herb of thoughtfulness? a pleasure to read your poems, Ralph.