I want someone to write a song about me.
It doesn’t have to be much, hell,
it doesn’t even have to be positive,
I just want to be memorialized in tune.
Could you do that for me, one day?
You could learn the piano or the drums —
perhaps compose the entire piece
using boomwhackers.
I’ve had this dream for a while now.
I’m not sure where it comes from
or why I think a song would mean something
more than words strung together with rhythm.
It’s definitely a romanticised idea,
even if the song paints me in horrible
colors and in harsh light.
I am open to the scrutiny
because of the joy it would bring
to know someone could create art
from their, mine, our
emotions.
So, will you?
Perhaps it’s just a line or two,
something to hum
while waiting for an elevator.
Ha, what if it was the perfect
elevator song — but with words?
Many words rhyme with my name,
and those that don’t could be good too.
So It Goes 