Iambic Pentameter is such a bitch….
My week has been so full of strange strange things,
from Daylight Savings changes and no sleep
to opportunities in life’s upswing.
And so I look to take the next great leap.
Once again, Inquiring Minds was dumped
because of lack of guests, I hate to say.
I always seem to find one and get pumped,
to find that soon thereafter waits dismay.
For every willing guest I seem to book,
three say no or hold back with delay.
Even this week’s show will come unhooked
if two more guests don’t want to discuss gay
marriage. The pain I feel truly hurts me
for all I want is a little success.
Recognition is beyond my marquee,
for I gain notoriety for stress.
On Thursday, Tim and I did scour the town
looking for a place to dwell next come Autumn.
As torrid sheets of rain came crashing down,
we sped through crashing sheets dark column.
From North to South we tracked our chosen sites
that we had picked from placement, size, and price.
We’re looking for a real house that, by rights,
allows us to play loudly by device.
As musicians, we found a pretty home
that sits beside old US 36.
So close to school, our mouths did froth with foam
as we drooled over the house transfixed.
We fear that four would be too many guys
to be living at one address in peace,
but less could never fill a home that size
and with two more the price would so decrease.
My credit rating’s low, and so I asked
if my parents could co-sign for the lease
and though I feel bad that I’ll be masked,
my knowing where I’ll live is such release.
For months this year, I’ve sought a summer job;
perhaps an internship that fits my school.
What seemed to me to be a distant lob
has gone from distant hope to up close jewel.
It may not be white collar as I’d hoped,
but warehouse work will whip me into shape,
and since I’ve started I’ve already coped
with the fact I won’t be running tape.
It may not be a job in major sports,
in radio, TV, or at the papes;
I may not be a journalist of sorts,
but it will keep my dreams from their escapes.
Wow, that wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as I had hoped…