You've already learned the strict do's and don't's
If you follow them, you're good for nothing
Happy after getting brownie points?
While breaking rules, you're onto a good thing
As a kid you were banned from watching porno
You can afford it now, yet you won't
Your favorite hits were played just mono
The rockstars you admired, took the count
You're no more turned on by 'The Dust In The Wind'
To write a tune you're in search for a sky hook
In your nightmares enters a nameless fiend
Who's stealing from you the cherished fake book
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Interesting piece, Aram. I certainly understand the nightmare of losing one's fake books.