John Tzikas - They Hollered At The Scholar

 

They Hollered At The Scholar

 

 

 

They Hollered at the Scholar

 

You’ll never make top dollar

 

I guess that’s how it goes

 

But when  does it end

 

Refresh my memory again

 

 

 

They Hollered at the Scholar

 

You’ll always take the collar

 

So I followed nobody

 

Who can't lead convincingly

 

Chose to stay put

 

And plant a more

 

Fruitful seed

 

 

 

Take me at face value

 

Take me as I am

 

Take me somewhere

 

I've never been without

 

Cloudy judgement

 

Not an ounce

 

A traceable gram

 

 

 

Sentimental journeys

 

Are too long for such

 

Commoners

 

Way too heavy

 

For wooden hearts to

 

Carry the entire load

 

 

 

All you could think of

 

Is napping at the fork

 

In the road, flashing

 

Lights caress

 

The faces I smite

 

 

 

 

 

I got an A plus

 

On that essay

 

About the Hollow Men

 

The teacher daydreamed

 

At her desk about equal

 

Work for equal pay

 

 

 

We were stupid in the eighties

 

Waiting for the lady

 

To bend over

 

her "jugs"

 

Jiggled  and swayed

 

Nobody  found out

 

If she was a high-pitched moaner

 

But we learned

 

Even loners get boners