It Wasn't Me...

Dang!

I got company comin' by the blog site today...I'd better clean this place up.

Hmmm....

I know: How about a little flower arrangement to spruce things up?

Then I'll show 'em my poetry...

Sorry

Another paean to mediocrity. Again, any resemblance to persons living or nearly dead is coincidental…

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In a pair of silk pajamas
Clutching a Monte Blanc pen
I leave my last will and testament
Dictated from my dying bed

It’s time for me to come clean
It’s time to make amends
Even though you hardly noticed
I was falling off the end

But I’m sorry I let you down
Sorry I let you down
And even though
I never sank so low
For word to get around
I’m sorry
Sorry I let you down

I showed up at the Château Marmount
But they stopped me at the door
I showed them my press clippings
But they seemed to need a little more

I showed up Sunday drunk
But the pastor never had a clue
Still, I begged for his forgiveness
He said “Son, what ‘d you ever do?”

I’m sorry I let you down
Sorry I let you down
And even though
I never sank so low
For word to get around
I’m sorry
Sorry I let you down

I think I may have a story here to tell
But I’m just not sure if it would sell

I failed to bust into this world
Then I failed to get tossed back out
So lukewarm that Christ himself
Would spit me out his mouth

So I’m sorry I let you down
Sorry I let you down
And even though
I never sank so low
For word to get around
I’m sorry
Sorry I let you down




copyright
b. cieslak
8/21/08

14 Days

More lyrics, this set from Warren Zevon's warped mind:

Well, I went to the doctor, I said,
"I'm feeling kind of rough"
He said, "I'll break it to you, son
Your sh*t's f**ked up."

I said, "My sh**t 's f**ked up?"
Well, I don't see how—"
He said, "The sh**t that used to work—
It won't work now."

That amazing grace
Sort of passed you by
You wake up every day
And you start to cry

Yeah, you want to die
But you just can't quit
Let me break it on down:
It's the f**ked up sh*t