Ballad of Pete Best or the Short Life of Van Gogh's Ear
That night we were cooking
on stage, sizzling cool
The audience leaning forward
catching every nuance & syllable
I nodded for you to
do your prearranged
Zeppelin Hendrix style
fretless bass solo
You ignored our plan,
I looked up & a punk
had your guitar
You were standing in
the back of the room
grinning with your squeeze
Folks were getting crazy
when this dude got funky
I knew then, it was time
to hire Ringo.
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Letter Bomb From a Pacifist Poet After Frijoles
If I could seal
a fart
in this envelope
It would be my
reply to your
form rejection slip
Unfortunately the
volume of rejects
I receive
Prevents a personal
reply to each &
every one I get.
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