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Parody of My Life by Billy Joel
My Rhymes
Found an rejection letter today in my mailbox from the West Coast
“Your work is good but it not what we’re looking for today!”
Well, I had stuck the papers together with small specks of white-out you’d never notice—
And I know all they read was the cover letter anyway!
Hey, I’ve never claimed that my poetry was classic!
I’ve never even laid claim to romantic or fantastic.
What you see is what I’ve got, I just write down the rhymes—
You can make up your own mind.
Editors tell you you can’t mess around with rhythm and rhyme.
And then they tell you what you wrote might be misunderstood by somebody else.
I say leave me alone, maybe I dance to the beat of my own time—
And what I write is OK just as long as I can live with it myself!
So I don’t need someone like you to tell me that I can write!
As for these “prefab rejections”, I have a whole drawer full at home!
Who cares what you say, anyway, these are my rhymes!
How about reading them next time, before you out-box them on!
You wanna be an editor pal—here’s a tip—get a life—leave me alone!
Pendragon
© 10/14/06
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Niiiice, Pender!!
If you're in the mood for an unjustified ego boost, though, feel free to submit to poetry.com, of course...better than nothing? Or worse than rejection?
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wow!!! i mean this thing is great! i miss being around this place:( it's just school i though senoir year was easy o well here is a song i like a lot it's by Say Anything - I want to know your plans(Acoustic @ MTV.com)
I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am.
When we go to sleep for good will we be forgiven?
And If you want roses well then go buy a bouquet.
If that just won't cut it, well what can I say?
You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it's all for you.
'Cause that's what you do. What you do.
I want to know your fears, from your feet to the back of your ears.
When they raise the landing gear will your heart stay here?
If you could forgive me for being so brash,
you could hit me or whip me, Oh! I'd savor each lash.
'Cause you're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper.
It's all for you. 'Cause that's what you do.
No more fighting.
This is only a waste of our time 'cause soon we'll be leaving.
Will this strength still be mine?
I'll look out for you 'til I die, 'til I rot. Oh!
I'll remember you 'til I die, until I rot.
You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper.
It's all for you.
'Cause you're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper.
It's all for you. 'Cause that's what you do.
That's what you, that's what you do.
Say Anything - I want to know your plans(Acoustic @ MTV.com)
