It's Thursday, must be time to sing 10/20 '17
People get confused. They think the monster is the man...
In fulfillment of my creative challenge for the week. And by the bye: it's Thursday everyone. Where's your installment?
People get confused
They think the monster is the man
They think the man is a scientist
But he's really just a hobbyist
And the monster is confused
He never really thought it'd come to this
Just a scare, just a little kiss
Just a clever ruse
But they made him the mayor of this fucked up town
And the cops want to drive him around
And I hear a giant sucking sound
Oh my Frankenstein
You used to be a friend of mine
We had dinner parties all the time
Until the villagers came and took you away
And dressed you in a cape
And crowned you king
You thought it would be fun
But then you stepped on everyone
And the bastards cheered you on
It's about time someone got something done
I don't understand
This is not the second life we planned
This is not the second life we planned
This is not the second life we planned
This is not the second life... we... planned...
Oh my Frankenstein
The ideas that I put into your mind
I heart your voice. Those words are clever, and that long-freeze at the end is absolutely top quality.
Thank you for sharing that.
As for me, I wrote and mailed these 5 paper letters:
Three Quaker Friends in retirement homes / rehab / live by themselves.
Two people I couldn’t speak to at the funeral on Monday.
It’s helped to know I have to report progress.