Curse this verse
'Cause can't you see?
I'm aint no damn Sophocles.
I write by day --
And sleep by night,
And sometimes go out
To take a breath
Of a real world,
Not this Shallot shit.
Socrates told me:
"A great man sees
The world as his own."
But Montaigne is itching me:
"No boy, no! You gotta
Write ya see?"
Faulkner told me to
Read, read read! But
Naked Lunch warned me to breathe.
Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats are
The dead poets, their tongues magnetic;
They are influencing me.
'Cause can't you see?
I'm aint no damn Sophocles.
I write by day --
And sleep by night,
And sometimes go out
To take a breath
Of a real world,
Not this Shallot shit.
Socrates told me:
"A great man sees
The world as his own."
But Montaigne is itching me:
"No boy, no! You gotta
Write ya see?"
Faulkner told me to
Read, read read! But
Naked Lunch warned me to breathe.
Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats are
The dead poets, their tongues magnetic;
They are influencing me.