Research Poem

Bohemian Rhapsody (song)

The Pennyful Creator of JCPenney

Is this the real life of James Penney? Is this just fantasy?

Caught in 1875, no escape from Missouri 

Open your eyes, look up to a bunch of family and see

I’m just a poor boy, I need to work for money

Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, a lot low

Any way the wind blows matters to me, because I need to support my family

Mama, dad just died

Said some words, now he’s gone, and now I pay y’all’s rent

Mama, life had just begun

But now I’ve got no life to throw away 

Mama, ooh, didn’t mean to make you cry

If I've moved to Colorado 

Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come 

Send shivers down my spine, body’s working all the time

Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to make my own stores

Gotta leave Golden Rule behind the store that made it all and face the truth

Mama, ooh, I still wanna be myself, and made rules to help 

I sometimes wish dad never had died at all

I see a little silhouetto of a rich man,

James, James, will you be rich and famous?

Bills and The Great Depression, very, very frightening me

(It never happened) It never happened, (It never happened) He would be okay

But i'm now a rich man, I need to change my stores

He's just a very rich man that got more profit

Spare him for more fame and idolization

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?

After

No, we will not let you go (let him go)

After

We will not let you go (let him go)

69 Years

We will not let you go (let me go)

He died after 69 years

Will not let you go (let me go)

He died but won't be forgotten

Never, never, never, never let me go

No, no, no, no, no, no, no