I browse the latest contestants
A loop of music clouding my mind
They'd never get the shyness
Who'd identify with that defect
My lifelong writer's block hits
All witty retorts in my rearview
A soft panic settles in as usual
I can't even write songs lately
If that goes, I might have to go
Awkward syllogism of deference
Speak softly and carry nothing
An old friend was in my dreams
Toting around women like parcels
Meanwhile his fat sidekick laughs
And suffers anew.
