They flock to the middle of the busy streets for the sake of your attention, beating to the plastic buckets with drumsticks without the caution for public safety.
They swing and tap onto the bottom of these said buckets, gettin' down and out as cars drive right on by.
They succumb to the same rhythm once the ideas run dry, huddling back to the corner swarm, for they never perform alone.
They don't mean you no harm, no, no, merely to show-off that they can drum.
They love to point with their sticks toward one or two cars, mumbling something or even nodding before positioning themselves in the midst of traffic; the stance of that of a concentrated hunchback.
They bang away, the instrument placed between their thighs, only to create sound for a moment before moving on to another spot.
Nick Cannon would be proud of them, though.
Interesting
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