Your voice is underdeveloped <br />It won’t grow an octave- <br />More! …Bigger! <br />But what use is this famed, futility, <br />Matched to order… <br />“Oh you feed the greedy, crowd … <br />Oh you can never feed”. <br />So they buy into you! <br />But what do, you pay, whilst you sing! <br />“When, you’re never at home to stay”… <br /> <br />Fame might pay you’re hotel bill, <br />But Bill won’t love you still, <br />“If he’s got too much, time to fill … <br />It won’t grow an atom- <br />Bigger! You’ll never make <br />The Grand Ole Opry” honey <br />But then you might grow harder. <br />So you’ll find yourself a guitar man, a drunk! <br />And they’ll call you a “saint” for putting up, <br />But what good-use is fame if you’re alone. <br /> <br />…Traveling, all the time… <br />With a drunk on his knees, <br />“Love is a union, not an onion <br />Burning in your pickled red sleepy eyes” <br />Oh you feed the greedy, crowd … <br />You can never feed. <br />So they buy into you! <br />But what do you pay, whilst you sing! <br />“When, you’re never at home to stay”… <br />Fame might pay you’re hotel bill, dear … <br />But Jack won’t love his Jill, <br />Whist he’s tending his sheep, <br />If he’s got too much, time to kill … <br />Underdeveloped it won’t grow an atom- <br />More! …Bigger! <br />Than another other unheard off singer <br />Says the singer - before you…<br /><br />Mark Heathcote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/says-the-singer-before-you/
