Motormouth
"Are you ready, Motor City!" I yell
as thousands of furs cheer in front
of the stage "Great!"
I shout into the microphone before me
"This is our first gig, so be patient"
I look outward to the stoned crowd
the lead guitarist in our band hits a power cord and the first song begins
"This is a number entitled You Are" I mumble
suddenly the bass chimes in along with the drums
I feel pumped and excited
I start to bob my head in time with each thud of the skins
I thrust my fists in the air and stomp around
grabbing the microphone and stand with my paws
I lean in "Alright!" and back away
smiling I take to the mic again
with power and emotion I belt
"What is it that you know, turn around and there you go! why is it you are here-
blinding all these Fur with fear , take the time to pass him by soon or later your a- gonna die."
my smiling widens as the others lay the pace
chugging along the beat never slows never stops
I grasp the microphone again "Smoking,drinking baby sleeping away in the cot-
slowly destined for to rot on the moon gonna see you soon crackle jackle
break your backle down in the dumps gonna cheer you up."
"Yeah!"
I swing from left to right side to side...
T.B.C...