He drummed

He drummed

Was consumed by it

Ears drummed by

A drunken father

For the sin of a

Heart beating too loudly

It had been

Drumming in his ears

Little children’s feet

Always drumming

Thrumming with energy

Up and down the hallway

Dancing to

A different drum

A drummer boy who

Became a drum major

Drummed out of the army

When he beat a drum

Solo

After a wild night

Burst an eardrum

In a cat fight

Took exception

To the rhythm section

Who were both called Tom

At home

In a cardboard slum

Drank his tea from a kettle drum

Sank into a depression

Snared by his obsession

For percussion

And a jazz riff

Liked freeform blow

From a giant spliff

She could sing up a dream

Together they made steam

Punk sound old

A little night music

For the soul

Drumming took its toll

He was a dropped stick

Short of a paradiddle

Should have learned

How to play the fiddle

Like his brother

Who was a little older

And is still a bloody

Soldier.