Song About Disappointment

Our brush with success first came

When we sold everything in a buyer's market

Cling cling went the change in our pockets

Away it went when we bought the rockets

I took aim, my fire wasn't friendly

Everything was welcome, the people played a medley for me

Trick writers of the world, most hilarious

They're bad, embarrassingly so

They got theirs when I launched what was mine

Which at the time seemed plenty and appropriate

Cut to us not sitting or standing

Stood up, still small, with our six knees on

A demand exists for something golden and breathy

Demanded of something neither golden nor breathy

So please

Ignore

This plea

Made for a republic

Even I won't recognize