When Rock And Acoustic Come Along Poem by julian krone

Rock will always be hisself.
Will never touch wood.
Plastic is his thing.
Plugged or unplugged, but never nice and slow.
Playing clean, crunch, metal or insane.
Being not sufficient because he will never be acoustic.

Acoustic thinks that rock is dumb.
Always used for romantic situations.
To bring a serenade to your love.
And be slow…
But even though, he would like to try rock.

Rock will never be Acoustic.
Acoustic will never Rock.
But maybe…
Maybe someone will manage to mix them together.
To Acousticrock.
And then you know… You made a masterpiece.