My first attempt at this spoken poetry stuff, maybe out of a slight laziness, just trying it on.  I can see how some people do this because it's easier than writing to a piano melody.

Lyrics:

Brooke Shields had it right
Remember that if you're killed
You've lost a very important part of your life

As I shuffled in past the misbegotten
I saw that the ignorant knave
Had roundly forgotten the tactical proviso
That he who makes half a revolution 
Digs his own grave

I had to applaud them on their perspicacity
A society full of sinners
Judging sinners for sinning differently

To a council summons all his mighty peers
Within thick clouds and dark tenfold involved
A gloomy consistory
And unleashed the pronouncement he'd prepared
He declared he'd recently resolved that
Did you even say thank you
Was the most bitchmade line in history

He said the solution came to me by hook or by crook
Without doubt it's a hell of a burden i carry
But it's always in the last place i look
A less wary prelate blurted out
Yeah bro that's tautologically necessary

The unlucky fellow was upended
And toppled reeling into a chasm
When his boss responded with better sarcasm 
Instead of being offended

We saw no reason to eat comestibles
Befitting a corporate Brahmin
The culinary pinnacle was dishwasher salmon
Paired with shrimp flavored top ramen

Who needs ChatGPT
When you can just match with a catfish
Freeze dried or pan fried
You'll certainly get your wish

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How Are The Mighty Fallen

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

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