Tuesday, September 22, 2015

"World's Greatest Poet"

I wrote this and a whole bunch of other song lyrics on a train ride between Boston and Des Moines. I enjoyed that trip. Much better than the bus, but the bus was much cheaper so I used it more often. The photo below is of me boarding the bus in Des Moines on my way to Boston to attend the Berklee College of Music. I think I ate popcorn at every stop along the way. It was in Boston that I discovered one of life’s great pleasures: seeing a movie in the theater accompanied by popcorn and apple cider.

World's Greatest Poet

© Brian Hutzell 1985

He's got a room to himself
Littered with his writings
Never throws them away
Gonna write a poem someday
Without any help
He finds it exciting
He has a desk in his room
Piled high with papers
He's been trying for years
And the end is nowhere near
Without any fruit for his labors

World's greatest poet
Can't come to the phone right now
World's greatest poet
Can't come to the door right now
He's working on a masterpiece
Let him have some privacy, please
He needs some time alone

He rarely wanders outside
Doesn't feel secure there
Enjoys watching TV
A study of passivity
Never satisfied
He'd like to go somewhere

World's greatest poet
Can't come to the phone right now
World's greatest poet
Can't come to the door right now
He's working on a masterpiece
Let him have some privacy, please
He needs some time alone

World's greatest poet
Cursing his writings
Mustn’t be disturbed
He needs some time alone

World's greatest poet
Can't come to the phone right now
World's greatest poet
Can't come to the door right now
He's working on a masterpiece
Let him have some privacy, please
He needs some time alone



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