DIrishB
The Timeline Guy
This is a shortened version of a song called "Stereotypes" I wrote for a band I was in a few years ago. A little while after that I entered it into a poetry contest and won second place, but had to shorten it down quite a bit to under 30 lines for entry purposes, so I had to take out the middle verse and chorus. If I ever find the notebook with the original I'll add those in, but I like this version too. Let me know what you think.
Stereotypes
My stereotype is a Sony
Because not all Italians eat macaroni
Not all us Micks hit the bottle
And not all little people waddle
Not all Vietnamese eat their pets
And not all ex-virgins have regrets
Not all black men like fried chicken
And not all Arab briefcases are ticking
Not everywhere does Trump have clout
But when talking to a deaf man
I know it'll do no good to shout
Because I can still draw a picture for a blind man
Even if he can only see it with his hands
Hands that are wrinkled and bony
Attached to arms that are tired and lonely
Because his only stereotype is a Sony
Not every Asian is good with numbers
And not every genius produces wonders
Not every Jew is tight with a dollar
And no pet likes wearing a collar
Not all cheerleaders put out
And some pessimists won't always doubt
I still don't know what this is all about
But I know when talking to a deaf man
It'll do no good to shout
I can still draw a picture for a blind man
Even if he can only see it with his hands
Hands that are wrinkled and bony
Hanging from shoulders that are tired and lonely
Because his only stereotype is a Sony
Stereotypes
My stereotype is a Sony
Because not all Italians eat macaroni
Not all us Micks hit the bottle
And not all little people waddle
Not all Vietnamese eat their pets
And not all ex-virgins have regrets
Not all black men like fried chicken
And not all Arab briefcases are ticking
Not everywhere does Trump have clout
But when talking to a deaf man
I know it'll do no good to shout
Because I can still draw a picture for a blind man
Even if he can only see it with his hands
Hands that are wrinkled and bony
Attached to arms that are tired and lonely
Because his only stereotype is a Sony
Not every Asian is good with numbers
And not every genius produces wonders
Not every Jew is tight with a dollar
And no pet likes wearing a collar
Not all cheerleaders put out
And some pessimists won't always doubt
I still don't know what this is all about
But I know when talking to a deaf man
It'll do no good to shout
I can still draw a picture for a blind man
Even if he can only see it with his hands
Hands that are wrinkled and bony
Hanging from shoulders that are tired and lonely
Because his only stereotype is a Sony
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