Lonesome Organist Rapes Page Turner

He told me that I knew what to laugh at

And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain

So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing

While doubling entendres with the voicings

He said "O darling, you're charming

Please don't find it alarming if I pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting"



Now there there

I'm a friendly man

I joke about sex because it's funny when you're frightened



So silently I sat and turned the pages

Recalculating our respective ages

Over my shoulder, he muttered, "If I get any older

You can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects

No, I'm kidding"



Don't be scared

I'm a friendly man

I joke about death because it's funny when you're frightened



This is as far as I could get

He jabbed a needle in my neck

Erasing all the evidence

But there were matchsticks in my pants

And if a rock should hit my head

And I remember what he did

You'll be the very first to know

Maybe I'll find out why this damn thing won't stop bleeding



He told me that I showed a great potential

That given I turned heads and pages

Fame would be a piece of cake

But practice was essential

So like a stupid child I believed it

And golly who would had agreed if

I had been Schubert or Mozart

Devoted to the fine art of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential



Don't be sad

I'll come back again

I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be enlightened



So several decades have gone by

I am still sitting by his side

I turn the pages faithfully

He turns his head and smiles at me

And with a wink he says, "I doubt

We would be anywhere without

Your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting"