They were only half way to heaven br Stranded on a cloud br They were shouting and yelling br But they couldn’t have been loud br They were howling at the moon br Too softly to be heard br They could shout until doomsday noon br They’ll find out nobody cared br br Not rude not bad not rotten br But they still had to go br They were the forgotten br Nobody wanted to know br They were not good enough to save br Nor bad enough to be lost br They just don’t know how to behave br So their left out in the frost br br They were only half way to heaven br Stranded on a cloud br The unwanted poets br Shouting and yelling their poetry br To people who didn’t want to know br This is what unpublished poets have to do br Walk about with their heads in the cloudsbr br Michael Micmac Mccrorybr br