Oh, Locrian, you're a weird scale.
Your chords are a mess,
your sound true madness.
Unlike Lydian, you flail and wail.
Your root is diminished;
your progression dissonant.
You feel unfinished.
Was that by accident?
Your strength is your name,
exotic, without shame.
You’re a poem from a land
where no one has a band.
Oh, Locrian, you're a weird scale.
Few meet your challenge willingly
unless they're deranged verily.
You leave us all frail and pale.
— 02-20-2022