Well, I did promise you poetry but this does’t quite fit the bill. It’s a song lyric that I managed to fit a blues chord sequence to after drinking some wine. The chords are now forgotten but here’s the lyric anyway.
I Do Beg Your Pardon Baby
I do beg your pardon baby
But things are a little crazy in my head.
Can’t hear my voice and I’ve lost my words,
Now everything can’t be said.
I’m just rolling in self-loathing
Sweat soaking the sheets on my bed
Your right next to me but its plain to see
My song is not here to be heard.
Yeah I do beg your pardon baby
I’m winding myself in this sheet.
I’ve got nothing to offer but silence
For everything broken or left incomplete.
I’d like to pour out the memory,
Erase the space for the files.
No flashbacks or panic attacks and give me the cash back
As my new profile compiles.
Oh, I do beg your pardon baby
That I am not the man you can see.
Because the words are there and the voice is true
But the song can’t be sung by me
Yes, I really beg your pardon baby
This song won’t be reaching for you
It can stay unsung, stopped up and dumb
Who needs a tune you already knew?