Have you seen a poet who goes to bed Goes to bed while the new lines come to his head Why do you? Inspiration comes out of the blue Why do you think, my friend, it will never, never end Never end
If you've ever read at least one book You must know Surely you must know Such things never last too long You have to know
What's the point of killing things that you crave What's the point of eluding things that you crave It's a crime It's not good It's not bad, it's just a crime Just a crime
If you've ever read at least one book You must know Surely you must know Such things never last too long