Front Row At The Concert

by Eliza Stine   Jan 5, 2007


Here at the show
I'm in the front row
The band starts to play
Been waiting all day
The opening chord
My parents abhored
I scream with the crowd
The music sounds, loud
The bass beats in my chest
Some of the best
I rock to the beat
No need for a seat
I feel so alive
Being drenched in the lead singer's saliva.

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