Scheherazade (or why men die younger than their wives)

[Lizzie]

 Scheherazade

(or why men die younger than their wives)
 
Old woman, how you ramble on so.
Muzak spilling from your mouth
like cold soup you feed this dying fish
a poor imitation of the real thing.
 
Who’s neck are you trying to save?
When I’m gone your next.
 
Come now Gabriel, step up to the mike, -- Like this. Takes the old school reference and gives it a fresh image.
and play that horn.
It still beats the hell out of Muzak,
played by an amateur.
 
Gabrielle’s Horn.
Gabrielle’s Fog Horn.
Gabrielle’s Fog creeps in on -- I'd line break on 'in'.
little cat’s feet, 
on little death’s feet. -- this strophe is the best for me.
 
Well come on then, net this dying fish.
It’s not as though this dull, drab, boring life, -- feels like it's getting a bit too melancholy here.
has not made me ready.
I’ll at least get away from Muzak. -- I like the first two Muzak's, but it's becoming a little overkill by this point.
 
erthona
 
©1998-2017

Grouchy rants about the irritations of old women are as old as time, I imagine. You do a good job of making it seem fresh.