Final Frontman

Pause for a minute and lets rewind
Back to the moment where the awful pizza
Bite was spat from foodies mouth
Art guard was there and she began for
Shout while working at the door
She lost her museum job a week before and now she’s yelling about a Handprint
on the table
Made of sauce and the loss of her job
(I guard the art, I guard the art)
When the statue was smashed a print was left
Made of messy melted chocolate
From unwrapped candy bar
The fastest foodie had been reviewing
And now the art guard can see it clear
She found her culprit, the hand prints matches
She slides across the dinner table
Grabbing his collar and screaming out curses
Dear it does appear I’m out of all ideas
This could be the last show that I play this year
So if you want to show up and see my face
I’m the frontman in the band playing the pizza place
The mess from the foodie table trickled down
Into multiple laps while heading towards the
Ground and one by one by one they raised
And inadvertently they made a
Wave that triggered feelings from
An old man former pitcher come
To ring in his endorsement of the new reopened restaurant
As he stands he demands
«No longer will I be a punching bag for you to mock with waving hands»
To prove he still had skillful pitches
He started throwing wads of pizza
He damned the wave with dirty language
Which caused the former performance artist
To shout
«I'm the wave creator!
I will not have it be insulted!»
He recalled dormant food fight powers
The entire restaurant starting fighting
Wads of cheese wads of dough
Wads of sauce a cup of soda
Slammed into the artists glasses
Provoking reaction from his daughter
Her first night as a light technician
She flashed a bulb at the former pitcher
And as he blindly stumbled backwards
The artist tackled him with pleasure
Dear it does appear I’m out of all ideas
This could be the last show that I play this year
So if you want to show up and see my face
I’m the frontman in the band playing the food fight at the pizza place
Finally the food fight finished out
The music stopped and on the lying on the
Ground was the old man pitcher on his back
We thought he had heart attack
«You broke my arm again you apes!
You had to go and make a wave»
The someone shouted out
«Good lord is there doctor in the house?»
We looked around
And the actor doctor stepped out of the crowd
He looked down at the geriatric
And said
«Although I’m out of practice
Let me give it some attention
This might require amputation
But I won’t know without investigation»
Supplies were brought from the kitchen
He made a cheese cloth sling to carry
A splint made out of hard salami
We stood around and stared in silence
The ambulance arrived with sirens
I struck up a casual conversation
With the actor doctors former writer girlfriend
And a week it past, we stayed in touch
And she interviewed everyone
And the interviews I turned to songs
And the songs became a thirty something minute singalong
And the moral of the story if I guess there’s one
If you are an artist, do not give up
Days it might be easy
Other days it’s hard
They can take you down but they can’t take your art