'ODE TO WHAT?' riginal.
Oh what a wonderful world we got
'Arf of us jest sittin' round on yon bot.
We struggle as writers we bleed? and we breed
Bringin' up chiln'... some with much greed.
"I gotta 'ave this i gotta 'ave that, next door's got a big boat
i cn' top that!"
I'm gunna go out n' buy a big Ark
When the first payment's due i'm gunna say f..k!
Got two of most things, got 'em on bored
Astute? male bank managers...young Clyde and old Claude!
Sure! they won't breed within my great Ark
Like the rest of 'sum' animals...they don't give a f..k!
Dis pear of 'religious' will they bear fruit?
Not likely buddy, their cores are too BRUTE!
They argue bout pips of 'Dear Virtue' trust ($) ?
When does religion start gathering rust?
Just took on two birds, Eagles i think
Gave birth to America's political think.
One just says R, t' other says D
Both Biden their time? no matter to me.
Me Ark it's been sittin' up me dry drive
The flood is a comin' like Claudey and Clyde
The phone she is ringin'? can't be it's been cut?
The times they 'aint changin'... sittin' scratchin' me nut/s
What gaineth a writer to invest in life's Ark
If your dormant imagination's not worth a fart!
You can chortle resplendant, things you have writ
Of things you've accomplished...do they really mean spit?
You can travel the world see wonderous things
But as you grow older you settle on springs.
The springs of contentment of much ado joy
If you believe that shit...you got troubles my boy!
You drink with yon neighbour whose lost house and boat
You sit in yon Ark will it ever get float?
You take neighbours pair, you put in Ark's bunk
Middle of the night you hear a great clunk.
It's the neighbour's imagination out for a stroll
He's banging on keyboard, script looks a bit droll?
Hollywood thinks NOT! he's out of his hole!
The film is about Ark...of troubles within
How a destitute neighbour types with a grin.
How a pair of bank managers just couldn't ring through
To repossess Ark all pairs in the poo.
But as you grow older you settle on springs
The neighbour's just got rich...you search?...literary bins.
Never try to get even don't give a STUFF!
What a dickhead you've just been...encouraging his guff!
So sit down at keyboard bang if you must
You sit in yon gutter bereft of trust.
Be not ye jealous of other writers Ark
When they drive past in Rolls Royce...just let out a FUUCK!!!!!
For what gaineth a writer if he loses one's sole
Who gives a shit when you're rich!...wear thongs! Say WHAT?
Old Chinese Proverb: Confused me say."Ford Festiva safe as Mercedes...long as YOU in Mercedes long time before it hit Ford small shitty 'shorter smaller' shitbox. Admit you jealous of other writer...then scratch shit out of HE Mercedes with penknife then go HE! HE! HE! You go to jail...HE! HE! scratch shit out of jail...jailer kick in nuts...you go aark! aark! Your missus bail you out...scratch shit out of your Mi...you better not! Bird go "Arrk...Arrk...Arrk i want 'arf of Ark! ! So Arrk YOU!" Better to take frustration out on Hollywood...get Shorty! Write best smeller...don't fart round...if you fart square you winner all round! You fart triangle you not so squeezy. Call next Novel "Who Give A Shit?" cheers...