
Forsooth hirsute bard
Toot sweet to the barber chair
Mrs. Avery
Says Sylvia's done with your
Dirty scruffy hippie self
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time

Forsooth hirsute bard
Toot sweet to the barber chair
Mrs. Avery
Says Sylvia's done with your
Dirty scruffy hippie self

So I wrote a haiku this morning to a Bluesky #vss365 prompt of #yearn as I am wont to do daily.
It went like this:
It always seems that
No matter how hard I #yearn
Affection is spurned
A comment made on that post brought to mind this song by Loudon Wainwright, III
“Unrequited To The Nth Degree”
Oh, when I die and it won’t be long
Hey, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
Hey, and if there’s an after life I’ll gloat and I’ll be glad
Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD
Hey, there’s going to be a photograph with my obituary
You’re gonna see it and you’ll cry
You’re gonna wanna wear black
Hey, I’ll be dead but you can bet your life, I’m gonna get you back
I’m tired of being left up on your shelf
I might not wait around, might kill myself
Not only would you miss me, but you’d feel guilty to
Oh, I’d be dead but it’d be too late the joke would be on you
Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho
Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle
Snigger snigger snigger snigger
Guffaw guffaw guffaw
Yuk yuk yuk yuk
Ha ha ha ha…
So you better take warning, start treating me good
Start doing the things that I think you should
And you better not pout and no you better not cry
The grim reaper is a-comin’ to town and I just might die
This song reinforces many things for me.
From irrational exuberance to unreasonable expectations.
From pining for personages out of my league, while not noticing those that would have been a better fit.
Personal life
Professional life
Business life
Financial life
Spiritual life
This song also affirms my observations on codependency:
When I die your life will pass before my eyes.
๐ฉMeanwhile, Keep Em Flying ๐ฉ
๐ผ
Every time I bake
Every move I shake
Every step I make
Every walk I take
I'll be limping badly
๐ถ
Some decades better
Some decades later
Every painful patter
Every other step matter
I'll be limping badly
๐ต
That's the walk I've walked
Forty five years now
Looking for the next place
To stream my consciousness
๐ถ
Hey!
Looky what I was fed
On my YouTube feed
Today
I do
I do I do I do
Love onions
I have been told that I use onions
Where no onions have been used before
But I wonder
Did YouTube’s
Algorithm alchemy
Feed me that video
Because I watched this video
via Vague
” You were so good with words and at keeping things vague.” Joan Baez
“She’s a humdinger. Folk singer.” Bob Dylan