The perks of being a backup singer
were the free drugs supplied
by folks who’d tend to linger

after the show, back in the hotel room
Finest weed from finest seed
Took her right back to the womb

Times change, from rage to new rage
Thai to cocaine, then rock in a pipe
First hit flew her to an infinite stage

The saddest moment she’d ever know
was a bright shining synapse pinging

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore