To a friend whose work has come to nothing

[PonyExpress]

LIEgate and its fallout remind me of a few words by WB Yeats.

To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing

Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honor bred, with one,
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbors' eyes?

Bred to a harder thing
Than triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Where on mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known,
That is most difficult.

http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/friend/friend.html

 

[shmessy]

Here to soil that moment is Shmessy's Ode to Masserotti:

To the tune of 19th Nervous Breakdown, by the Rolling Stones
__________________________________________________ __


When Tomase flirted
with the dreams of certain,
lofty, rich affairs

He followed rotten sources
through Gillette's concourses,
like a horse's derriere

On the horizon rose,
a brave redeemer chosen,
by the Herald's editors

And he penned a rant,
that had a sour slant,
against his paper's customers

You better stop,
read it again,

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes,
here comes Tony Maz's Nervous Breakdown

Oh, who's to blame?
That Specter's insane,
when Tomase's sources never seem to work,
You can count on Maz to act like a jerk
oh pleee- -eeee- eeze...........

 

[Pats726]

Now THAT is FUNNY!!!! Hit the nail on the head......as opposed to Tomase who missed totally...

 

[PonyExpress]

Not bad! You and Yeats make a good couplet.

 

[shmessy]

Not bad! You and Yeats make a good couplet.

Thanks, PE.

However, Yeats' work was far better, plus he wrote it while being a reserve OL for the Pats.

 

[captain stone]

LIEgate and its fallout remind me of a few words by WB Yeats.

To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing

Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honor bred, with one,
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbors' eyes?

Bred to a harder thing
Than triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Where on mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known,
That is most difficult.

http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/friend/friend.html

Nice find, Pony.

May I please change the title to: "To a Lazy, Disgraceful, Slovenly, Cowardly Pile of Fetid Garbage Whose Work Has Come to Nothing"?

 

[captain stone]

Here to soil that moment is Shmessy's Ode to Masserotti:

To the tune of 19th Nervous Breakdown, by the Rolling Stones
__________________________________________________ __


When Tomase flirted
with the dreams of certain,
lofty, rich affairs

He followed rotten sources
through Gillette's concourses,
like a horse's derriere

On the horizon rose,
a brave redeemer chosen,
by the Herald's editors

And he penned a rant,
that had a sour slant,
against his paper's customers

You better stop,
read it again,

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes,
here comes Tony Maz's Nervous Breakdown

Oh, who's to blame?
That Specter's insane,
when Tomase's sources never seem to work,
count on the Maz to act like a jerk
oh pleee- -eeee- eeze...........

I sang your lyrics and the tune while I was reading your post. Righteous.

 

[shmessy]

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