Song 61

Here's one with all sorts of lyrics; and I also tuned my instruments and made a concerted effort to try to sing a little better.  The last bit sounds pretty nice I think. 

I've got a can of worms

And some fishing lures

A guide to taxidermy, volume II

A tying knots kit

A blinding toxic

Box of noxious nauseas fumes

Books on origami

Edamame

Senseis, swamis, holy texts

Old love letters

Older sweaters

Oddly, there's no rhyming dictionary

But there's arrowheads

And Pharaoh heads

And sketches done to learn to sketch

Plans for architecture

And some notes to lecture

On the great adventure I ain't had yet

But now my lease is up, I must move on

And I don't have room for all of these,

And you'll take, I posit, my security deposit

For my closet full of broken dreams.

Got my camping mallet,

 artist's pallet,

Leaks and shallots, onions too

Got some chicken stock and a great big pot

To make some longforgotten stew

There's a dissertation

Of my own creation,

That but for patience might exist,

And there's skeleton stories,

Some scant, some gory,

If you read them I'd sure you would be unimpressed

I've got  bessames and sesames

And other verbal remedies

And lots of other recipes for trying to get by

And books on tape, And books on grapes

Books on monkeys, books on apes,

Books on taking yeast and grapes and turning them to wine

But now my lease is up, I must move on

And I don't have room for all of these,

And you'll take, I posit, my security deposit

For my closet full of broken dreams.

Landlord, I need to talk with you about our walkthrough

In the park; I'm in the dark

I've paid all my utilities, but I recognize futility

Let's utilize civility; it's really not that hard

But when you tell me that it's all okay, you'll gladly throw my things away,

I'll change my tune, and importune

That give me just a few more days, I'll buckle down and clean this place,

I can't let my dreams go to waste, cause I might need them soon.