Getting the Blues

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Mr McHeath, the would-be rock-star,

Plays his bass and scorns the black ‘dots’

Travels abroad to practise the riffs

But fate disappoints him:

His chords go amiss.

Later, back home he takes up his career.

His band plays small gigs

Mainly heard by his friends,

His drinking companions,

A rock-chick or two

But day-jobs give bread and the butter to boot.

Great disappointment soon sours the mix

So, Mr McHeath turns to art-work for slicks.

Nothing will come of his dreams,

His pursuits:

His sump runneth over

Drain bottles and dirt

His life ends with closure:

Indecent exposure

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From Wimps and Pimps

© HMH, 2013

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