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.
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