The scheme (with video)

“Maybe it’ll work this time,”

Dave said, repeating the scheme

He had repeated so many times

He needed no rehearsal,

That vague play for fame

He played each time

We played a parade,

That ten note masterpiece

He tooted as we passed

The bandstand judges

 Trying to get them to believe

He played the whole parade

Like that when he couldn’t

Play it twice in a row

And get it right

Always looking for someone

To tell him how great he was

When beyond those ten notes

He wasn’t,
needing to get famous or rich
but refusing to learn

The additional notes

What he needed to achieve it

Willing to let the cops

Come bust him

If that’s all the fame he could find

Which in the end

After all the flags were furled

And the crowds gone home,

And the only judge who’d listen

Was the one who could care less

About how well he played

as about fair play,

Handing Dave no ribbon

For his achievements,

Just a sentence to a place

Where he could play those

Same ten notes over and over

And over again

Until he was

Blue in the face.