So last night I was wondering why a poem I had posted garnered no response. Well after some though I decided it probably was because it was just a wordy blob with no real spine or soul. Well this has a spine, and a soul. It is a song I wrote for a band I am possibly starting up with a few friends. I think I did a good job with it, and I hope you feel the same way. Margaret; Jet Pilot There was a girl, Margaret She flew up high in her jet She took it everywhere Her skin was soft, yet fair She coordinated with brown eyes A mistress of blue skies A heroin to girls and guys She also baked apple pies Well one day, Margaret Flew as high as she could get With suicidal means It was always in her dreams To leave this world behind Say goodbye to mankind Goodbye mankind Farewell mankind Well you see, Margaret Put her jet on autopilot With no tears down her face So close to outer space She jumped out the cockpit The wind first hit the lip Of Margaret Oh, Margaret She wore a pilots guise The fall had her hypnotized Her life had past her by And soon she would die A quick and painful death Yet she felt no regret For her spirit would live on That’s why I sing this song
