The Ballad of Greg and Marcus

As Lindsey and Sitara clapped and sang along, we did it our way

This picture of one of the journals

jules - Miz Mindful

made for me seems appropriate

“oh boy when you’re dead you don’t take nothing with you but your soul, think” — From The Ballad of John and Yoko

honeymooning down by the Seine, am I insane, just added these words before typing what I had pen scribed…

that lyric from the ballad’s been renting space in my head all night

think, time to take a drink

damn, this pen’s almost out of ink

as a poem, this will stink

but as a song, it will fill a rink

fuck, now my handwriting is bringing me to the brink, in other words, the line is a Blur, great band, so the error was for sure

too bad I can’t write music or carry a tune while rhyming like Michael Stipe or Billy Joel, I must sound even like a loser, but Tom was never petty

but am I crazy
or just lazy
or hazy
from drink
as I toss in rhymes from the kitchen sink
and I can’t find on Google the song of which I’m thinking
as Gotye plays, damn, I stink, it’s not Beck, but good song nonetheless