This poem is written completely in iambic pentameter
and is about the small punk
band that my friends and I are in, called Hack 7, of course, and in the bandleader, Brian’s, voice.
These are the days that echo
in my heart,
That sound themselves in secret wish
To only me, but now, I'll tell you here.
I want the music
loud and strong and fierce
I want it quick
and smiling to the ears,
I want to make the music
, sounding true.
There is a stage
that has our name somewhere…
I want to be the first, I want to sing
I've written words and written song
s to match.
I know, one day, the world will hear them all
Because the world still needs someone to play
Where others balk
and sit and do not hope
The world needs us and who we are to play
We are the first, and not the last...we are...