A musician must write, or be only a player.
And navigate straits of both rhyme and palaver.
So to avoid keeping footmen named Borange and Chilver
I’ve acquired two basses, rock Orange and Silver.
Slouching in bassman’s affected rock posture,
I will pound them with Dub King, or bling them with Houser.
Both shall boom out with panache and groove swing.
Cuz it ain’t got no thing, unless you stomp, mwah, and zing.
Who knows how hot thunder will roll once I’ve started.
When I’m holding the bottom it’s sufficiently sorted.
Who knows where I’ll play, where I’ll wake once I’ve landed.
I just wish for a Reverend to boom that’s left-handed.
note: a Reverend is an amazing musical instrument.