Droplets of Verse: ‘Hammond Organ’

It can make a wonderful sound
When maestros plunder treasures
Buried deep in electric vaults
It can also be used to plagiarise
The same old lies

An organ player retires his fingers
From walking the keys
Crowds not clamouring to hear
His stammering strokes
The band bid farewell to a tired hand

It was entirely his own idea to leave
But he still stalks the band on social media
Dignity dies, he still wants the big time
He seeks attention
Without discretion or apprehension

It’s the loudest of bum notes
He’s ever played, still he rumbles on
Muttering accusations
Flatter than yesterday’s lemonade
Hammond organ man fades

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