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Bard Extraordinaire

My entry into NPR's 2017 Tiny Desk Contest. My song: Bard Extraordinaire. Inspired by Iowa Writers Workshop grad Rick Harsch and Iowa Writers' Workshop grad Flannery O'Connor who once said " Everywhere I go, I'm asked if I think the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them." A stack of dirty dishes, a sea of dirty glass some tall and empty bottles on the stair A pack of stoned disciples, flattened by the blast, lay dreaming of the bard extraordinaire Sitting at his table, got a lover in his bed he ponders the weight of it all alone Working on a novel, bout a guy named Ed Whose fate, it seems, is never quite his own Herman Melville died with his boots on Left a wounded whale to his heirs As he sailed amongst the flotsam and the jetsam of his age And told it to the bard extraordinaire A pot of blackened coffee, a home rolled cigarette, the flicker of a candle in the night A manuscript of fiction, unappreciated yet a narrative of marinated spite He wanders to the window, staring down the dawn dreaming of his moment in the sun When all the rippling muscle of his literary brawn puts all the lesser talents on the run Henry Miller died with his boots on made his way alone and left no heirs As he floundered with the flotsam and the jetsam of his age And sold it to the bard extraordinaire Yes it's all in the language Yes it's all in the style Yes it's all in the tone you employ And it's too often scrap for the pile A box of aging condoms,a pox of unpaid bills a letter from a dedicated blonde A lack of working capital, venereal ills Too much coming, too much going, too much gone William Faulkner died with his boots on left a weighty business to his heirs As he walked amongst the flotsam and the jetsam of his age And pleaded with the bard extraordinaire