I thought I wanted to write a poem mistakingly I guess I'm not . Thought I could create something masterful I guess that idea is shot Like false labor pains I thought it was going to come But the pains just faded away Now I know it's naught My muse used to dance and sing After midnight by the clock Lately it's been going to bed around eight thirty or nine o'clock So I'm left out by myself trying to do my best But my best is pathetic it simply can't pass the test So now I say goodnight my friends As I leave you with this mess