S k c I t s m u r d

Reverse poetry.
What do you call it? … Y r t e o p?
No… It’s kind of annoying and strange… I guess.
Some time after midnight…
You’ll be all right. You’ll be all right.
Some time after midnight…
It will all be ok.

I am made of music.
You are my drumsticks.

S k c I t s m u r d

D r u m s t I c k S

Yrteop esrever.
P o e t r y?... Ti llac uoy od tahw?
Sseug I... egnarts dna gniyonna fo dnik s'tI... On.
Thgindim retfa emit emos...
Thgir lla eb ll'uoY.  Thgir lla eb ll'uoY.
Thgindim retfa emit emos...
Ko eb lla lliw it.

cisum fo edam ma I.
Skcitsmurd ym era uoY.

D r u m s t I c k S