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A young blonde girl

     in plain white blouse

and blue jeans worn

     over canvas shoes

a guitar electric

     a mic so black

backup group

     all so young

strident runs

     shattered amiss

crashing chords

     stumbling about

caressing the mic

     with lips thin but red

with moaning sounds sung

     that might be words

the audience screams

     somehow not in pain

in ecstasy they dance

     to the sounds that are played

and watching do I

     wish that some how

a remote had I

     that could fast forward them

I am told they are great

     the very latest thing

the critics all rave

     I don’t stand amazed