I find the best place to write
Is under the covers at night
When your Mother pounds her feet past your door
And you're fearful, waiting for more
You hear your Sister come home and strum her guitar
And you try to write late at night
But you cannot write far
Your Father asleep on the couch downstairs
And you write and you write
Though they are not aware
And you must beware
A knock at your door
For when you finally get caught
You cannot write anymore