He had echolalia
of the ukulele-ah
or was it the harmonica
or simply the guitar-uh, huh.
that he played
three chords far, far, far
and long, long, long?
Everyone said,
“Come on, let’s move
it along.
We have better things
to do
than to sit here
listening to you
play three boring chords
over and over
and over again.
Your musical echolalia
might be hell —
it certainly isn’t heaven.”