goodbye, old friend

[AaroneousAG@aol.com]

I unscrew the last bolt
which has held him in place
and with a heavy heart
I pull him out of his case

hook him up to the mixer
for old time's sake
but this time his echoes 
sound heartless and fake

My band in a box
Is now going away
to a far away person 
that I met through ebay

I know why he's mad
why he's sour and miffed
his new owner may make him
loop bad Slayer riffs 

He's taught me so much
and he's brought me so far
but that road has run out 
and now I'm selling the car

The response to my call,
the pillow when I fall
he's been everything and all
and now I'm sorry to say

That I needed the money
I wish I'd been sweeter
but I just sold my Jamman  
and bought a Repeater


aaroneous


P.S.  Before any of you accuse me of opportunism, please note that I sold 
him 
for the 
exact amount I bought him for, if you count the memory expansion, and for 
a 
lot less 
than I was offered.  (Thanks, Todd!)  I'm a still a little broken up about 
it, but like to 
think that he's going to a good home.  Machines have souls, given to them 
by 
the 
love and care of their inventor and the appreciation of their user.  Think 
about it next 
time you bang your keyboard in frustration, or stomp angrily at your 
cranky 
LD-4 . . . I 
need to get out more . . .