I Suppose Another Poem Is In Order Here

Okay, this might not be a ‘poem’ per se. But I love it nonetheless. This was my first attempt at rhyming and it took on the form of parody. These are the lyrics to a song I used to dig way back in High School. My class was preparing a book of poems to be published in the school newsletter and it was our endeavor to find a song or something similar and break down what it’s meaning was supposed to be just by looking at the lyrics themselves. I was so shy and introverted that I stumbled through most of my presentation (five minutes!) and couldn’t really get across my meaning. Some of my classmates (being the darlings that they were) thought it was the most hilarious thing ever. One even tried to write a parody about the whole event but gave up after a few minutes. Myself, however, took the opportunity to go balls to the walls about it and wrote this instead. It isn’t classic but it does get into my frame of mind at the time and I’m impressed I got it written so fast. My… erm… classmates, couldn’t care less and had already moved on to other people to ridicule. But, it remains in my collection to this day.

Enjoy.

COMPOSURE OF A SPEECH

A parody of the song: “Foreclosure of a Dream” By Megadeth

Copyright 1994 C.E.
Wordcount 204

Voice so high, about to fall
Tried to speak with dignity without a flaw
Can’t find the words, euphoria’s low
Borrowed some time, took a blow
In front of all, pale in the face
Meaning to end this mighty disgrace

Chorus

Composure of a Speech
This paper’s but a leech
All is lost
Personal holocaust
Composure of a Speech

Lost in fright, once had a need
This is worthless now, died with a deed
Slipping away, about to flip
This stool’s about to tip
Heart cries out, loss of all pride
Just bombed, at least tried
Can’t breath, could just die

Chorus

“The teacher will push me . . . to volunteer . . . 
and I’ll say ‘ok’ . . . read my lips . . . I don’t know what I’m doing.”

No hope left or can be found
This is no lie, no way to be proud
Received no reprieve, a failed pioneer
Broke new ground with a lost frontier
No ideas left, cannot get by
Many will laugh and ask “why”?
No solution to be found,
The answer’s in that pie

Voice so high, about to fall
Tried to speak with dignity without a flaw
Can’t find the words, euphoria’s low
Borrowed some time, took a blow

Chorus repeat twice

So lost

<The End>

Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for more!

~Timothy S Purvis

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