Wordsmith

There lived a fella, had a way with words
he could make 'em mean whatever he wanted oh boy
he got a job as an administrative assistant
some years later as a famous author
with an interviewer he reminisced
oh boy

how I loved and how I missed
the other administrative assistant
who let me bring her breakfast rolls
and sleep inside her cubicle
until she caught me on all fours
going through her bottom drawers
she wouldn't listen to my reason at all
that I was looking for material

there lived a fella, had a way with words
he could make 'em mean whatever he wanted oh boy
he invested in a sports bar restaurant
some years later as a heavy drinker
he evaluated his investment
oh boy

how I loved the sticky tables
and the antlers mounted on the wall
the men and women in checkered flannel


who never read my brilliant novel
but bragged about the kills
they made in the surrounding hills
and I wanted to be one of the locals
in a pickup truck with an elephant rifle

there lived a fella, had a way with words
he could make 'em mean whatever he wanted oh boy
he drove his car over a very steep embankment
not much later on a respirator
he told the doctor in his final moments
oh boy

how I love and how I'll miss
talking about myself like this
and how I love the lovely flowers
and the personal notes from my admirers
and how I love this yellow mess
that's bubbling up out of my chest
my routine had me so depressed
I don't know what's next but I can guess

there lived a fella had a way with words
he could make 'em mean whatever he wanted, oh boy
he had a fortune but nobody knows where it went
© Mark Donato