Our man from Utopia
Raising a finger to the chains
Of the uptight neck-tie types
Who think they know all
And all is Academia.
With one chord blasting out
The arrival of the dominant
Triad slining master
Is announced with ringing
Trumpets and laughter.
Add He to art and
And finally the HEart comes
Back to life, a smiling,
Resuscitated angel.
Try whatever they could,
Carcinogens were the only
Weapons found useful against
The creature Zappa,
The poodle riding paramedic
Of the musical world.
It is of little matter.
He is simply no longer
Our man from Utopia
He now reigns as
Our man in Nirvana.
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