He is the Don of yell-"Fired!" And I'm pink-slipped.

Fired--I'm shamed; it's my turn;
Fired--I shall not return.

I have been spurned.

I fought hard, and I scraped and squirmed;
Never thought that I'd be spurned.
Towed the line, said, "Rosie's swine,
She, partner 'Spike,' a pair dykes.
Tara's fine--good's paradigm.
No fair! I'm in a paradise."

Oh no, a schmoe I go, oh woe!
It's now my turn.

Fired--it's destroyed my long run;
Fired--by the Don I'm undone.
I'm feeling spurned.

I'd been living in a silly world
Of a churl whose fur's unworldly-curled.

Cued to split, I'm spendin' time
Queued, idle. . .unemployment line.
Then it comes to me: a sign:
Audition for that Simon swine!

I go on show; they crow, "You blow!"
Again, my turn.

"Idol"--I croon tune and squirm.
"Idol"--I'm doomed; it's my turn.
"Idol"--junked, by judges undone.
Idyll--Paula polished my gun.

[fade on sounds of "Idol" loser contestants caterwauling]