1
Gone with Somebody!
Don’t Grieve gain control.
That why she is called,
Miss Drum Role!
One Mother’s milk to die for?
I guess that’s why
Chello sound like,
When Baby shit diaper.
Thrown out with the water easily Taken from wrapped tight by
Pokes between ribs,
Past the white sheepskin.
Ironic the group loss
Felt after she blew
Our hole section
For the wind.
2
Gone with Somebody!
Breathe and gain control.
That why she is called,
Miss Drum Role.
Perfumes ornament
Her Ankles on floor.
As her upper congas
Rattle snake venom.
Plenty of Time To
Play In that Three
Quarter way Time
Stamps signature.
We all get it.
Who you beat to
Until her pages get sticky,
Between the sheets.
3
Gone with Somebody!
Breathe and gain control.
That why she is called,
Miss Drum Role.
That’s what she
Was here fa.
To fuck with,
La orchestra!
Heated y’all up sharp then
Left they flats cold.
Now Look how they talkin
Out their pie hole.
Tuba don’t got no goal;
Saxophone lose him soul,
And once Triumphant pipe
Now sounds like puss-yhole.
4
Gone with Somebody!
Breathe and gain control
That why she is called,
Miss Drum Role.
Ironic the Air we
In can see that
She got A Thing
For the winde
But That’s what
She was here fa.
To fuck with
La orchestra.
Im glad she gone,
To get more money.
Last I heard she
Doing the symphony.
