The policemen of the heart

I once was labelled  an athlete

For I played the violin with my feet

I placed a cloth on my private parts,

Purely,  for the sake of  art.

But  the sound I made wasn’t so sweet

But because I played  worse than the best

A man suffered     from cardiac arrest.

The policemen of the heart

Took him off in their cart

So  after that I almost confessed

When arthritis afflicted my toe

It could not go where  toes need to go.

I took up my pen

To write music again

For the shy, it’s a good way to go.

Introverts  and performing arts suck

Too shy,too inward , give a f*ck.

But writing on paper

Here we can caper

And get read by the beats, if in luck