Revolution 9 3/4A Poem by Zoe RichardsonIt's a nightmare. It's a comedy. It's the feel good poem of the summer!You threw out my high school
year books The ones I kept for thirty
years Every decent memory I ever
had All my triumphs and my tears So I sold your guitars on
Craigslist The ones you polished all by
hand And I wish I could have been there When you had to tell the band I burned John, Paul, George,
and Ringo Like they were Salem witches Then spray painted on your
guitar wall Don’t mess with crazy b*****s I chopped your wigs and
hippie clothes With a religious kind of zeal Then made a bonfire of your
Beatles’ books In the firepit that you built I doused your costumes With turpentine And left them hanging in the
cold Then I took the money and the
tour van And I hit the open road Its not the music that I
hated Or the the fact that it came
first It’s the lies you told when
we made vows That makes me want to curse You said I was yours forever And that makes me a fool Because our bed was always
filled with Those four lads from
Liverpool So I am heading for the
mountains So far up I can’t be found To listen to the crickets With all the other nighttime
sounds And while my ears recover
from The amplifier screams I’ll shed one tear for
missing you And send you back your ring. -Zoe Richardson © 2021 Zoe RichardsonAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on October 27, 2021 Last Updated on October 27, 2021 Tags: Poetry, Thoughts, Relationships, Revenge, Beatles, Song Lyrics AuthorZoe RichardsonCordova, ALAboutAlabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..Writing
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