This is about someone in public eye alot, guess who it is if you want:
Oh tell me Mr Troubadour
Please tell me what my heart is for?
Can’t you share your aesthetic ways
For I’ve been up pondering for days
You’re a minstrel and a class ahead
Though you choose your sedatives instead
Your no user, you’ve become an abuser
Dump your pusher for he is a loser
A prompt grave seems now secured
So soon leave such a legacy is simply absurd
Come on you bohemian bastard,
Why can’t you waiver faster
Oh Maverick, we shall save you
As this ode is emphatically overdue
2007-08-10 16:35:02 · 3 answers · asked by chris m 1 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
It's all by me, honest. a future poet one hopes
2007-08-11 14:17:25 · update #1
man thats so cool , u didnt write it though because people cant talk that way anymore , its killer , sounds like some bob dylan or rollingstones , lennon shi t
2007-08-11 09:45:22 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Well, you started out strong, but ended with a whimper. Actually, line 4 of verse 1 fell out of meter...you went from iambic to anapestic with pondering. The other verses fell victim to the same meter errros and forced rhymes to boot. Back to the drawing board for you, mister!
but keep writing
2007-08-11 17:31:19 · answer #2 · answered by Kevin S 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
stay off drugs kids! or you could end up like that.
2007-08-10 16:47:43 · answer #3 · answered by tani 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋