Poem: Perennial Busker

man playing red and white electric guitar
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Give me your roll up
your beaten up guitar
and I’ll even feed your dog

I’ll sing you a few songs
of tragedy, of lost love
and revolution never won

I know a few chords
and I can bash out some tunes
I scream with the best of them

Just don’t think to monopolise
this tale of hard time
it comes naturally to me

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