Chauncer Modeling Essay Research Paper Pilgrim

Chauncer Modeling Essay, Research Paper

Pilgrim – The Obsession with A Band

By Nithin Coca

He listens to the bands songs in light

Songs that he would hear live this night

The teen sat and watched clos’ly the clock

As it was his god of which he was in lock

This band he had loved for a many year

Of which the sweet music flew threw his ears

He left the real world which made him so sad

Just to worship a band with words so mad

He no longer had care of school of friends

And did not give a damn ’bout other men

He sat in his room almost every day

Singing the lyrics that his band would play

Lyrics about how avidity and greed

Had made the world a place without any creed

The Teen held that the members of his band

Where the greatest people in the whole land

Men who were with no greed but with much truth

Who tried to save the world from its evil tooth

Who went across the country to preach their words

And tried to make it so that all had heard

The teen would not hear a bad rumor

That his band was full of faithless membors

He felt it deep inside of his cold heart

That the music was true and soci’ty dark

The day crept slowly in the teen’s keen mind

For that eve’ning he would stand in a line

He left toward the football stadium lot

Where the band would be playing thier heart

He went as one a’lone without any friends

Because he gave up on them for these men

So off he went in his parents red car

Even though he had not told them of how far

He had plan’ned to go a’way this night

The teen was the first one at the great place

So early that the bands van was in displace

He waited again for more hours and hours

And fin’aly he saw the van with flowers

So quickly out of his car the teen ran

To try to get a glimpse of the great band

But he clearly saw that the band was not

Going to wait for any people in the lot

That the van was going to go inside

And sec’rity off’cers guarded the outside

The teen was not in avail and he could see

That the band must have been really bus’ee

So he went back to his car and watched

For the gates to open and the crowd to walsh.

Two hours later the gate flew open and people

Ran in like nothing else was was realer

The teen ran in like everyone else did

But he was stopped when the lady got rid

Of him for not having no admission ticket

He cried and fretted and then he went

To the ticket booth when he was sent

“I need a ticket as close as can get

Said he with ten tollars from his jet

The ticket man laugh’ed and joked said

“Tickets are 50 bucks, need some more red?”

And the teen reached into his pocket

And all he found was ones and a locket

So he sat outside and listened as he could

To his former favorite band play like crooks

And he sat and wondered out loud

If there was any good left in this world cloud.