Treasure Island

David SmithWhite

(270552 / Australia)

A Songwriter's Spiel


I'm not much chop as fighter.
for your causes left or righter.
I'm just a poor songwriter,
with a dream.

I don't have much cognition,
for your average politician.
I'm just a word technician,
with a theme.

If you want a moody lyric,
to soar like victories Pyrrhic;
or impress the sullen critic,
with your passion and your fire.
If you want the tune satiric,
or a stand alone empiric,
I'll make the tone dramatic to inspire.

I am no proselytizer,
nor a foaming rant word geyser.
I'm just a verse adviser,
with a scheme.

Like the old Prof. to Eliza.
or a wolf with sharp incisors,
I cut the full cloth wiser,
in extreme.

If you want a rhyme fanatic,
to beat in time emphatic,
with a meter emblematic,
of the Passion's holy choir.
To me a charismatic,
imbued by god's dogmatic,
could mould no better plastic to admire.

As a one shop advertiser,
of myself as song deviser,
I sell an improviser,
with a stream,

of unconscious thoughts and muses,
by which arcane art peruses.
I'll light the path I chooses,
with esteem.

If you want the croon hysteric,
or a true romance mesmeric,
or to hint at atmospherics,
as the fashions might require.
To me it's automatic,
to produce the words ecstatic,
and I'll charge your hidden static of desire.

Submitted: Saturday, September 03, 2005
Edited: Saturday, September 03, 2005
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