Mark Pirie

poet - writer - editor - publisher

The White Stripes

The White Stripes, man, they just come to play.
  No set list. Anything can happen.
They create, don't need to fabricate.

Red, black and white; they come to play.
  Meg and Jack. Anything can happen
With Jack's old guitars; hard to tune in.

The White Stripes, man, they just come to play.
  They create, don't need to fabricate.

Poem © Mark Pirie 2012

(After watching the film, Under Great White Northern Lights, dir. Emmett Malloy, 2010)