BEANZ MEANZ!!A Poem by fredBeanz Meanz ?? Heinz ..wanted to be in the Beatlez ….until he saw the Stonez.. they threw jellyz at the Beatlez… threw their undiez!! at the Stonez!!! When he first stepped on a stage they threw baked beans at him he wouldn’t have minded quite so much If they’d taken them out the tin. He vowed that this would change so he went and joined a group that definitely made a change they threw cream of mushroom soup. Now he’s at home watching juke box jury with a very sad look on his face Billy had taken his Fury Adam had stolen his Faith What he needed now was a mentor …to lift him from this low… though be careful what you wish for! Too late!!……… here comes Joe!!
Joe who loved his music who just had to make a noise Oh! …he really liked his music Just not as much.. as he liked boys!! Joe knew that Heinz couldn’t sing and his guitar barely mustered a riff He’d still take him under his wing He loved.. that little blonde quiff!! oh! but Joe had a dark side paranoia filled his head a Jekyll and a Hyde side kept a gun beneath his bed! Visited graveyards so they said, Recording the voices of the dead. Spoke to Buddy Holly.. of course seems Peggy Sue.. just got divorced. “Follow me and you’ll go far we’ll make a record tonight I can’t promise to make you a star but I’ll make you a satellite.” Joe said “Marty Wilde and Rory Storm? even their names are manufactured with you….. its not the same.. you’re named after a manufacturer!!”
Recorded a tune in a sit-com room Above a haberdashery Rising star or rising damp? Paid rent to Eleanor Rigsby?
Its a truth known to all the higher you climb the farther you fall they circled the world with telestar burned up through the atmosphere
now drugs he consumed to ease the pain have taken refuge in his brain. his brain then whispered to his fears “peers are stealing your ideas” was haunted by the spectre of Harvey Phillip Spector! ============ until that February day that fateful day when Miss Rigsby took her face from the jar and climbed the stair. And as she started talking Joe just saw his black dog barking Pulled his gun from under the bed … shot his landlady dead!!…..
Joe realising this might be hard to explain Knowing that people might think him insane Loaded that shotgun up again Blew out his treacherous brain!! ======= now I don’t want to sound dismissive And I know you might find this shocking But if you rent a room to a depressive don’t enter without knocking!! =========with no little sympathy I’ll now end this tragicomedy With a certain synchronicity A simple kind of symmetry because when Heinz Burt died he was …. 57 yrs old!!
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2 Reviews Added on April 3, 2013 Last Updated on April 3, 2013 Authorfrednorthampton, United KingdomAboutHi, I came here to read other writers aiming to be inspired,( I can write in short bursts but the periods of hiatus are long) and I’m aiming high, perhaps too high. At the greatest quatrain ever.. more..Writing
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