The Drummer

They said he was
Angry just because
He was a drummer
In fact he had achieved
A fully balanced
Angelic bliss
Even when pounding
The skins madly
And bashing away practicing
With turkey legs
They saw a rabid
Look in his eyes
The center of him glowed
Warmly, absolute peace
When crashing about like
An animal
Sweat flew from his mullet
Its droplets like
Dawn-kissed dew