Wanted: A Tune and Title

Every once in a while I have the urge to write a song. In doing so I, more often than not, believe that I’ve concocted something that will garner a GOLDEN GRAMAPHONE for its genius and danceability. Thus I bring you this…

past pages have their genius
but, cannot stand our touch
the cross child called for changes
but, forgets to use the clutch

the next crew have no anchors
as the old guard fades unsung
(with) a current cast just waiting
for a broken iron lung

with best friend, three-card Monty
we’ve been Pavloved in this fun
self inflictions by the trillions
clear the chamber of the gun

how could we let it get this far
an Edsel for our shining star
how have we let it go this far
the greatness now is below par

It’s just the rubbing away of mental cramps that seem to be more intense these days. But, I thought that if someone might hear my groans that they’d be able to tell me a folk remedy that could help.
Is there a “doctor” in the house? All that’s required is the ability to transcribe your cadence of groove.


Someone asked “if the Russians loved their children too (?)”.st

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