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Lately i have been studiously going
over and delving into John Lennon's 
back catalogue of work

And what I learned and took from it
from it is this

It seems as if he really suffered for his
art what came easy became hard both
drained him and pained him to admit

That despite all the critical acclaim and
false fame he himself could not escape
his own crippling nagging sense of self
doubt and insecurities

Because to him inside his head he lived
every day living with the fear of 1 day 
being exposed
As a disappointing faud by people which 
is the way he viewed himself 

As to him he is still just a boy both of
his parents abandoned as a child to
face the world alone

And nothing he could ever seem to
do could make either of them proud or garner
any praise or pride at all

Which is all he probably ever wanted
and wished for and surely not to much
to ask for but sadly never got 

Now upon looking back seeing him 
with such bravado , joyous , glee
and gusto sing the word's of the
song and the  chorus lines to

Can't buy me love I imagine in his
head what he is actually thinking
of is

I tried my very level best and hardest 
But for all the money in the world
I never could and still

Can't buy my Mother and Father's Love
And that is all that I want
Yet the only thing money can't buy
I may as well never been born at all

A cautionary tale of just how random
and unfair life can be in unequal amounts

With 1 hand it can give you famous
and fortune and make millions of
people all over the world hero worship
you

And on the other hand after countless
year's of being estranged and apart
you finally begin to start have some
sort of a relationship
with your mother

She ends up being run over at 44 
killed by an off duty police officer 
who was drunk which you then
later became

And then to suffer the total irony and
ignominy of then you yourself at the 
tender age of 40 

Seemingly to at last find some semblance
of inner happiness for the 1st time
in your life preaching peace

You eventually end up getting shot in 
the back 

By some random toting gunman with a
Rye smile on his face
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