For a time, the time is right,
I can feel the wordz right thru the night.
Out stalking backwards bars with skinny cigars.
Stalk in front of cars home before it’s light.

Attention! This brain’s getting cold,
underused and covered with mold.
But i don’t need nobody’s advice.
Might as well try telling me it’s not tight or my hair’s not right.
Then i eat up my words and take a respite.

Parrallel universe
please inspire me, release the curse.
Before I go insane, reheat my brain.
I will defrost again ‘fore we rehearse.

Attention! This brain’s getting cold,
underused and covered with mold.
If I listen to the writers advice,
might as well take it that I can’t write for the rest of my life.
Then I eat up my wordz and take a respite.