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Written for a one person play of Alice in Wonderland

Alice

I'm a proof of concept
In general I work
The interface's not perfect
Sure has a million quirks

There're certain things that break me
The testing wasn’t great
There’s probably no manual
I’m sure you can relate

I'm a POC POC POC
A working prototype
I'm a POC POC POC
A work in progress

I'm a POC POC POC
A working prototype
I'm a POC POC POC
A proof of concept

My current project status?
No one really knows why,
Sometimes I just stop working,
Wrong button pressed – I cry

Even though I'm agile
Development is slow
Some bugs become new features
Memory allocations grow

I'm a POC POC POC
A working prototype
I'm a POC POC POC
A work in progress

Product owners cry
When they have to manage my
Requirements
And increments

Song A Week 20 2025

I'm a Proof of Concept (POC)

Lyrics:

I put my life in boxes, will be gone.
I trashed it, sold it, burned the bridges down.

Wherever I go,
I'll bring me, so
nothing means the world.

If I had to choose two things I own
to take where I'll go,
it would be the memories of you
and my guitar to play our tune.

I stripped down to the core, no more to lose,
in forward motion, head turned back to you.

I try to shake the roots
that grasp for my worn boots
and stumble blindly into what will come.

Nothing Means the World

Well great…
Now everything sucks again
When I touched your face 
I wanted to glue myself to it
And save the world, and save myself and save our fate

Well, great…
Now I won’t start to date again
You ruined it all 
by being so pretty, so funny so smart and so close


There are some things I like to remember
and some things I’d like to forget
We can’t change what keeps us sundered
Not yet


Well great,
I can’t visit the coast again
My thoughts go in tides
the flood overwhelms me, and drowns me, floats past what we lost

Well great,
Now everyone seems bland again
Say, who makes you smile?
I hope he has kind eyes, and I hope he‘s worse than I am - all at once

Well Great

The magic spell is over
It's money that I need
I pick a lot of clover
But they're all three-leaf weeds

I asked all my friends
I asked all the banks
Every investment failed
But then wisdom prevailed

Mama said to marry a rich girl
Or I'd end up poor on the street
Yeah, Mama said to marry a rich girl
And I'd have all I need

But I think more than
Rich, rich, rich
I wish, wish, wish
Her to be

Gracious and flirty
Sporty and dirty
Kind and warm-hearted
Deep into art and,
Pretty and funny,
Clever and sunny,
Deep into sci-fi
And willing to hold my
Cats while I eat

Song a week Theme "Magic Rich People"

Mama Said to Marry a Rich Girl

Verse 1:
You fold your shirts like you’re afraid to break them
Your voice gets caught beneath the hallway light
And I, I, I, I don’t wanna fall asleep with doubt on my mind
So won’t you stay tonight?

Verse 2:
You check your watch like time might not obey you
The windows cloud up, masking your next goodbye 
And I, I, I, I don’t wanna fall asleep with doubt on my mind
So won’t you stay tonight?

Bridge:
You zip the bag that’s always half-unpacked beside the stairs
Too full to take the books you say you’ll read next time you're here
But I don’t wanna wait
And you can’t stay
But this might be the part you don’t forget someday
Stay tonight

Verse 3:
You hang your coat like you might stay forever
The things we fake to make it feel just right
And I, I, I, I don’t wanna fall asleep with doubt on my mind
So won’t you stay tonight
And I, I, I, I just wanna lay beside you, for a while
Stay tonight


Stay Tonight

(Intro)
Verse 1
The floor sticks under your boots
As the bouncer nods you through
And I nod to you
This mic stinks of last regrets
A thousand mouths that never left
We start. Again.

Verse 2
They’re selling relics at the merch desk
Next to the shirts that say “still a mess”
Like all the rest
But you’re buying what they can’t sell
Pills that promise you’ll get well
But who can tell?

Chorus:
If you wanna cry, I could hold your hand
If you feel like screaming, I’ll pretend to understand
‘Cos I’m ready to feel something
Ready to feel something 

Verse 3:
I mumble words I used to like
Band pretends to still feel the vibe
Same song, new night
They’re framing me on their phone
Room gives less the more we show
Cue the next low

Bridge:
You watch like you’re waiting for me to slip
I play each note like I’m losing my grip
We're all performing being fine
But the act gets harder every time
The lights dip low
The crowd won’t know
That we’ve let it go
Cause this is the show

Ready to Feel Something

Shade only from the brim of a hat
sweat trickles down the small of the back
on the horizon your sins catch up to you

fingers twitch over steel and lead
tightly tucked in a leather bed
eyes dart to the ruder closing in

high noon the desert plain
only dirt and sky
their running, but the is no escape
try as you might - there's no getting away

each second ticks closer to death
how do you run when you're out of breath?
stand your ground, back against the wall

black powder smoke in the air
3 to 1 shouldn't be fair
ears ring as dust settles down

high noon the desert plain
only dirt and sky
their running, but the is no escape
try as you might - there's no getting away

the depute's badge shifts in the sun
from horseback he lowers his gun
"there's no pardon for men who run from the law"

critters crawl through shade of the night
desert cooled from the heat of the fight
3 bodies, only hoof prints lead away  



High Noon

Verse 1
Manchmal will ich was und ich sag’s nicht,
nuschel mich von rechts nach links.
Manchmal will ich nur, dass du herschaust,
dass wir uns in die Augen sehn.

Wir laufen und laufen
und stolpern und straucheln
dahin.

Bemerken nicht, was wir schon haben,
da, wo wir sind.

Refrain
Komm, lass uns am Deich sitzen,
das Wasser tief, die Sonne hoch,
die Augen frei glitzern.
Wir bleiben hier und leben von Ebbe und Flut.

Komm, lass uns im Wind weh’n,
die Wurzeln tief, die Krone rauf.
Wir schrei’n mit den Möwen.
Ich hoffe, du willst das auch.

Verse 2
Manchmal bin ich müde und schlaf nicht,
dreh mich nur von rechts nach links.
Reiße das Fenster auf, frag mich,
was du jetzt wohl gerade denkst.


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Jonathan Dunlap