An open letter to bad musicians (like me)
I see through your search warrant.
I see through your errant eyes.
Come swiftly to your pre-determined destination
With a rhyming lyric in mind.
posted by Andronicus @ 6:23 PM
The Land Locked Pirate
Brief essays that may or may not have any literary merit, or any merit, or tons of it, like a well decorated soldier of words, who happens to make ridiculous, yet gallant metaphors like that last one.
About Me
- Name: Andronicus
- Location: Lawrence, Kansas, United States
A "normal" guy. And an "anomaly". These two words do not go together...you get the point. I like writing, but it's a constant battle being you're own editor...i don't post a lot of what I would consider to be "my real stuff"
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5 Comments:
your wish is my command.
i wish i had a band.
i'd wail with mic in hand
and 'ventually move to iceland.
oh suzanne,
you are so clever
Bjork is from Iceland. So is Emilliana Torrini. Or whatever her name is. I like 'em alright, I guess.
andy shmandy, where'd you gandy.
how'd you put the little faces by your names?
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