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Thread #81956   Message #1509234
Posted By: JennyO
25-Jun-05 - 12:07 AM
Thread Name: BS: For Real. I quit
Subject: RE: BS: For Real. I quit
After the Big Mudcat Crash, when the Cat came back with 6 months worth of posts missing, Max warned us that anything we posted at that point might get lost. During that period between 13th and 15th June - when in fact some posts did end up disappearing, I got a chuckle out of something that El Greko had written. Fortunately I heeded Max's words, and saved it. Amidst all the speculation about who Martin Gibson is, and whether "he" will be back in another incarnation, comes this little gem...... ya gotta love the last line!


Subject: RE: BS: Did Mudcat Loose Six Months?
From: El Greko - PM
Date: 14 Jun 05 - 08:22 PM

I dreamed a dream the other day
an angel came to me
the things he whispered in my ear,
I tell you, they fair threw me.

"Forget the past my friend", he said,
"yesterday's done and dusted,
the future will be what you want,
it's up to you to cast it".

"You can forget your past mistakes,
forget the gains and losses,
shortcomings and bad habits that
you carried like crosses".

"When you wake up, you will be born
anew, the past is zero.
And up to you if you will be
a villain or a hero".

I woke up, lit a cigarette,
sat by myself and pondered.
Of all the dreams, the weirdest yet,
"And have I changed?" I wondered.

There I was, fat and smoking still
with minimal willpower.
My zits all there, my grey hair too,
my stomach like a tower.

And then I thought, perhaps it's not
my physical appearance
that changed, but something else instead:
the key was perseverance.

Switched on and logged into Mudcat
(it still did recognise me)
but hey! - the old threads had all gone
and that sure did surprise me.

So, that is what the angel meant;
my postings had all vanished.
Along with them, all I had said
from memory was banished.

Gone now El Greko, George gone too,
along with his friend Xander;
gone each and every spurious thought
that had on screen meandered.

Here was my chance to start again,
create a new persona.
"What shall I call myself?" I thought
"Something that speaks of honour!"

"Nelson, or Shakespeare, or perhaps
Brecht, Alexander, Ibsen.
I got it! As I love guitars,
I'll call me Martin Gibson!"