Wednesday, June 7, 2017

To snark, or not to snark, that is the indigestion.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
Thru pop music and outrageous autotune
Or to take arms against the Queens and Joels
And by opposing end them. Oh my. No creeps.
No more, and by creeps we mean
The hacks and the schlock
That fills the air for our consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. Oh my. No creeps.
For it is those creeps, and those streams that come
On our Pods of I, that have shuffled those mortal coils
We can hit pause, or show respect
For those who would bear the whips and scorns of Mayer
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Clapton
The pangs of Courtney Love, the law's delay
The insolence of Kanye, and the spurns
The merit of Pepper's unworthy takes
When he, Giles Martin, might an interview in Quietus make
To grunt and sweat, under concert lights
But that dread of something after death
The undiscovered country, like more remasters or deluxe editions
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
Unless your Buckley or Hendrix, to make us
Bear those ills we have
And buy it all, again, yet again
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
With this regard, our torrents turn awry
And lose the damn connection


Mr. Baez said...

More wonderful musings from the Captain of the good ship Wood.

"Your wig steers the gig."

Lord Buckley

Chris Collins said...

I like Courtney Love :)

Sal Nunziato said...

I like Courtney Love :)

Hey, it's Shakespeare not me.

buzzbabyjesus said...

"Willy The Shake" as he is known backstage.

tinpot said...

I might call thee a thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.

Michael Giltz said...

Something's rotten in Denmark...but it's not this parody. Gadzooks!

Gene Oberto said...

"I say there is no darkness only ignorance."
"Better a witty fool than a foolish wit."