I need to write
You plebian flea
I have a process
Needs to be seen you see
It’s scary what’s inside of me
Needs writing down for all to see
Thoughts shooting through my head
Scripted out before I’m dead
The first refrain comes back again
And again and again
Knock it right out of my brain
It’s on a loop again, again
Try not to lose my rag
Nail a verse in the bag
But something frustrates my soul
Puts me in a deep black hole
It’s not a block
There is no cramp
It’s more a flood
Than a bit of damp
How do I get it down?
Frustration with a little frown
Voices in my ether
Trying to score an Iambic meter
Forget it son you’re lost
Don’t you fret about the cost
45 years not a thought in sight
Now you’re covered in poetic shite
Can’t think a thought that doesn’t rhyme
Someone died, covered ’em in lime
See!! again that’s complete shite
Tried not to do it with all my might
I just can’t stop myself
Rhyming like an impudent elf
Dearie me I’ve done it again
I hate poetry!! Amen
