Less Mess

There is no form so

Don't preach me no formula

THEY do not believe in that bullshit

THEY just want to be heard

They don't voice a comma

or know a compound

They could care...

so just carry on, they tell me

when it's all I can do to keep up

They prefer to work the night shift

No sense of time on that side

Tap me on the shoulder

say wake up, you're late

sally forth soldier

stay awake, stay alive

'Where the bloody hell

you been, mate?'

Yack, yack....the voices snap

they all want to be heard

Let me speak

Just keep up

You don't need the sleep

Stay awake ! Stay Awake!

Tap...tap...Tap away!

Come on!

Are you getting this?

Or is it slipping away?

Ha, ha! That's what I thought!

...who found this moron?

What's your Word count?

Absurd amounts

Absurdity mounts

The chorus Doesn't care

Not a scintilla

New words

fill the page

Screw words

need words

would love to know

a more mellow flow

but, no...

they simply

spew few words

Type, you bastard, type

Voices loom

in the dark corners of the room

Keep up

Don't drift off

You can make up for it tomorrow

....But I can't, not really

It's a BS conspiracy

A poor joke played on me

They know what aspiration

they demand inspiration

What Inspired lunacy means to me

when lunacy requires no justification

I do not prattle on, THEY do!

I just write what they tell me to

And if you don't like it

they say...

You know what to do

With your forms

your norms

your formulas -

“FUCK YOU!”

that's what they say

That's them talking

Not me

 

So go ahead

fire away

let the last voice speak

if you've anything

left to say

 

We're quick

to kill messengers

in case they get in the way

and it's decidedly

less messy,

a lot less messy,

that way.

V