One of the Greats Who Never Was

An Autobiographical Narrative: 1980s
                                                                   
Thanks to the large quantity
Of notes I committed
To paper while at Leftfield,
My beloved college can live again
Through writings
Painstakingly forged out of them,
Such as the poetic piece below,
Based on several conversations
I had with my good friend Jez,
A tough but tender Scouser
With slicked back rockabilly hair,
Who'd played guitar in a band
At Liverpool's legendary Eric's
Back in the early eighties,
When Liverpool post-Punk
Was enjoying a golden age.
These took place at Scorpio's,
A Greek restaurant situated in
North West London
Following a performance at college
Of Lorca's Blood Wedding
In which I'd played the Bridegroom.
                                                                   
One of the Greats Who Never Was
                                                                   
"I think you should be
One of the greats,
But you've given up
And that's sad.
                                                                   
You drink too much,
You think, ____ it
And you go out and get _____,
When I'm 27 I'd be happy
To be like you.
                                                                   
In your writing,
Make sure you've got
Something really
Unbeatable...
Then say...'Here, you _______!'
                                                                   
You've got the spark of genius
At sixteen, you knew
You were a genius,
At nineteen, you thought
What's a genius anyway?"