The Ballad of Paul Bowles
Consider Paul Bowles who dabbled in this,
And then he’d dabble in that.
The sort of a man you’d likely might dismiss
But that would be too pat.
His friends would ask him to compose
Music for their plays,
But then he’d switch to writing prose,
Or coaching protegés.
He used to collect artistic friends,
They fell beneath his spell,
They followed him to the earthly ends,
Or wherever he chose to dwell.
Wherever he went, they paid him a visit
(His permanent digs were Moroccan)
He chose his flat by asking “And is it
A suitable place to talk in?”
Perhaps to have chosen a single career
Would have made more sense,
Instead, Paul Bowles went year to year
Sitting on the fence.
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