I have never had the gift of a musician but I have watched the world burn… I have watched my world burn. Nero played as his burned I hear as for me I was worse and I feel like a coward for wanting to leave. In lieu of a fiddle I have these hands and not only would it have better if I had never burned my city, it would be far better if my city never existed.
In lieu of a fiddle
I choose my drivel
A lot not a little
And I’m not bitter
For the fires’ well stoked
I write my life away
On words I choke
Dying in play
* * *
In lieu of a fiddle
I choose drunkenness
To fall and to jitter
Not remember what’s next
Molotov Cocktails
Thrown away
Into the air
A game to play
* * *
In lieu of a fiddle
I choose depravity
Some sluts to diddle
And you’re mad at me
For the fire below
To make a girl lay
How low can I go?
A need to play
* * *
In lieu of a fiddle
I choose to duel
This want to kill her
But I am a fool
Imagine killing the devil
It’s not just to say
This fire is forever
Where I live and play
* * *
In lieu of a fiddle
I choose death
Can’t survive another winter
One last breath
To burn and to descend
Not for me, a grave
Punished for great sins
For how I want to play
* * *
For clearly
Regrettably
As you can see
Unfortunately
A freak’s
Burning city
But Nero played
I sinned and diddled
Better to lay
In lieu of a fiddle
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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