Ode To Leonard

You who transcend the shallow depths Of commercial rants and ravings You who labour, out of love To satisfy your honourable cravings Though some of you have fallen At the alter that you serve And further true, that so few of you Have found what you deserve For to be what you are and not what you aren't To produce what it is and not what it wasn't Is your only sin, your only failing The muse of 'The Label', a banshees wailing In your depths of despair, the weak and the strong In your gardens of Eden your towers of song Stay true my friends, transfixed in thought Creative in your vision Let not the chains of commerce Bend your knees, in indecision To work for pay, is not your way Be paid for work you're doing Enrich the World, with poem and song Though that be your undoing For to be what you are and not what you aren't To produce what it is and not what it wasn't Is your only sin, your only failing The muse of 'The Label', a banshees wailing In your depths of despair, the weak and the strong In your gardens of Eden your towers of song