(With apologies to Jimmy Buffet.)
Mother, mother offset
I have heard your call,
Recognized the smell of your ink
Since I was three feet tall. You’ve seen it all,
You’ve seen it all.
Watched the men who ran you,
Switch from film to plate.
And in your rollers you held the treasure
We thought would never outdate. You printed dreams,
You printed dreams.
Yes, I am a printer
Six hundred years too late
The presses don’t thunder, it causes me to wonder
I’m an over fifty victim of fate; arriving too late.
Hell, I’m not too late.
I’ve done a little cross media,
I’ve run my share of stock
I made enough money to Google Miami
But I pissed it away so fast, never meant to last
Never meant to last.
I have been marketing now for over 6 years,
I passed out QR codes and measured till in tears
But I’ve got to keep preachin’, got to keep teachin’
I’ll Lunch and Learn, again. I’ll invite friends.
Engagement never ends.
I go for younger gadgets
Tried several for a while,
Sure they confuse me and often they lose me
And yet they still make me smile.
It just takes a while, just takes a while.
Mother, mother offset,
After all these years I’ve found
My occupational hazard being
My occupation’s just not around
There’s a movement aground. Gonna head downtown.
There’s a movement aground.
I may just head downtown.
Paul Strack, CustomXM