She had the rhythm
of an erratic beating heart.
It was a big mistake
to let her take the mic.
I saw a pair of patrons
make a bet
on whether fruits or vegetables
would make her stop.
I turned in horror
staring at a poster.
“Karaoke Night: All Are Welcome Here”.
But, that night I wished
I weren’t the captain.
The sounds she made
enraged anyone with ears.
The one time that I’d wished
I’d taken a holiday.
This was one show
that I could not excuse.
I had some faith
that night would soon be over.
But rumor had it
the singer would return.
DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
