Beowulf

There once was a man from Uranus
Whose dream was to not quite be famous
He called himself Paul
He’d rise but to fall
His lack of Gold records should shame us 

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T‘was born in the fifties like Stingle
To howl and to mumble and single
He’d scream with a shriek
Then warble quite bleak
And once he even dared to jingle

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Opportunity knocked a few times
Offered riches for some simple rhymes
He said yes and no
Seen that video
He passed up crisp fifties for dimes

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Over the years he paid his dues
This songwriter without a clue
But radio shrugged
The basement, it tugged
And off he went into the blue

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So music poured out through the years
Songs filled with fake drums and real fears
He keeps us bemused,
Transfixed and transfused
Cause if not, then why is he here…

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3 Comments

  1. Jake 25.Mar.08 at 9:04 am

    Kick ass poem

  2. Levi 25.Mar.08 at 1:59 pm

    I dig the sentiment, but….fake drums?

  3. jay 25.Mar.08 at 7:38 pm

    Heh, yeah, Paul has gotten pretty bad with the fake drums.
    I Want My Money back is so bad on the fake drums is great.
    Or just bad.
    I can’t decide.