Theodore Rell
Lells was a writer
Among over 100 million others
Trying to make a living with his
poems and his stories
Classic tales and human
allegories
But, no he didn't manage to make
any money
Chasing the futility of fame and
the uselessness of glory
With the rise of free speech and
explosion in literacy
A growing population favors
taciturnity
In a market flooded with words
and prose
This information age prefers
Lells remain unknown
Nobody's listening to
Theodore
Nobody cares what he says
Nobody's listening to
Theodore
They don't even care if he
lives
His desperation led him to new
thoughts and ideas
Humans are organisms of
reproduction
In a sexual gallery(ia), I'll
write pornography(ia)
Hardcore sex, literary venery
He became a porno book
writer...A porno book writer
Shock your audience at hand, so
they'll listen to you and
Take their minds off what they
ought to be doing
Shock your audience at hand, so
they'll listen to you and
Take their minds off what they
ought to be doing
They ought to be living.
They ought to be giving
Never actually critically
acclaimed
His words echoed through empty
valleys
He discovered that men don't
like to read
They only want to watch movies
And women don't want sex at all
They only want romantic love
stories
No, he didn't manage to make any
money
Chasing the futility of fame and
the uselessness of glory
His years of work went
unrewarded and undiscovered
He died in poverty all alone
The pages of his writing blew
away in the wind
Decomposing beneath the cold
stone
Nobody's listening to Theodore
Nobody cares what he says
Nobody's listening to Theodore
They don't even care if he lives
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