They Don’t Play the Drums Anymore
Robert Pollard
...They play electric lilypads
On cool blue Amazons
They float on flat digital airwaves
Learned and rhythmic
With absolutely no bongos
No Congos
Their origins are unknown
Incomplete
Forgetful of any Zeitgeist
Riches
Krupas
Moons or Stars
No, they don't play the drums anymore
They sit beating their puds
And staring
At their screen savers
