Tuesday Blues

I rowed down the river and I came to this town.
The people were so friendly that I stuck around.

Now there's a SWAT team in the driveway and a drone overhead.
My white flag is flying, I hope they do not see red.

I have a bucket full of pentaquarks, they've begun to decay.
I keep them out of the kitchen, it is safer that way.

I hear a marching band coming, with trombones and bass drums.
They go by every Tuesday, and then Wednesday comes.

I am open to suggestion about what I should do.
If you can make sense of all this, I will listen to you.