Death Of An Unpopular Poet - Jimmy Buffett

    I once knew a poet
    Who lived before his time
    He and his dog Spooner
    Would listen while he'd rhyme
    Words to make ya happy
    Words to make you cry
    Then one day the poet suddenly did die

    But he left behind a closet
    Filled with verse and rhyme
    And through some strange transaction
    One was printed in the Times
    And everybody's searchin'
    For the king of undergound
    Well they found him down in Florida
    With a tombstone for a crown

    Everybody knows a line
    From his book that cost four ninety-nine
    I wonder if he knows he's doin'
    Quite this fine

    'Cause his books are all best sellers
    And his poems were turned to song
    Had his brother on a talk show
    Though they never got along
    And now he's called immortal
    Yes he's even taught in school
    They say he used his talents
    A most proficient tool

    But he left all of his royalties
    To Spooner his ol' hound
    Growin' old on steak and bacon
    In a doghouse ten feet 'round
    And everybody wonders
    Did he really lose his mind
    No he was just a poet who lived before his time
    He was just a poet who lived before his time


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