red guitar

used to have a red guitar until i smashed it one drunk night

smashed it in the classic form as peter townsend might

i threw it in the fireplace

i left it there awhile

kate

she started crying when she saw my sorry smile

red guitar was made of wood

could not take the heat

red guitar

it caught on fire and the damage was complete

it burned until all that was left was six pegs and six strings

kate

she said you are a fool