Let Me Be Frank

It has occured to me I have not posted many of my short stories or poetry to this blog. I have been given so much encouragement lately from friends who enjoy reading my creative writing. So I will begin to pepper my blog with little snippets of stories and poems. 

Tonight's poem is inspired by my love for Frank Zappa. It is more an ode to the words he spoke in interviews and such. I find his brand of truth seeking wisdom is what I admire most about the man. Of course I love his music, but it was the way he saw through the bullshit of society that drew me to him the most. This poem may not be the greatest writing ever written, but it is honest. It is in honor of FZ's influence on my brainwaves, not necessarily about him per se. (Also, I'm sorry that I have been bombing my blog posts with Frank references. But I'm in a Frank space lately. I don't think that's such a bad place to be. I'll post a non-Frank poem later, I promise.)

 

Let Me Be Frank
 
Let me be Frank...
Sometimes I dance for no reason at all
A moment hits me like some higher call
Let me be Frank...
The humor of it sends me right ‘round
Always making me sing way too loud
Let me be Frank...
Don’t think I can’t see beyond just the words
The things you do, the things I’ve heard
Let me be Frank...
Genius is not outside or overtly apparent
When the world’s intelligence is so abhorrent

So let me be Frank
And I’ll set society straight
Words that cut to the truth
Music that sings to the youth

...the youth in my soul

Let me be Frank
Stupid has risen higher in the ranks
Let me be Frank

Let me be Frank...
When you sell me on you higher highs
By promising me the things I fantasize
Let me be Frank...
Find yourself another vapid mark
Plenty of sheep left out there in the dark
Let me be Frank...
I could write a song, an irreverent ode
To that dancing girl I once know’d
Let me be Frank...
Her vacant eyes somewhat aglow
From lustful adventures and cloudless snow

So let me be Frank
And I’ll set society straight
Words that cut to the truth
Music that sings to the youth

...the youth in my soul

Let me be Frank
See through the stupid, see lines left blank
Let me be Frank

Let me be Frank
Bullshit is just a drawn curtain
Of what is hidden behind the certain
Let me be Frank...
Words, words, words, you think are funny
Listen closely as they are beyond your cunning
Let me be Frank...
I speak way over your heads
Just tap your feet and butter your bread

Let me be Frank
And I’ll set society straight
Words that cut to the truth
Music that sings to the youth

...the youth in my soul

Let me be Frank
You are all just hooked fish in a tank
Let me be Frank