In early april
Maybe march
I wrote a book
A full story front to back
Slapped onto receipts and post-it notes
And I had so much to say
About a little bit of everything
I felt so big and mean
My brain must weigh three tons
Maybe a little more
And every day I ****** liquid gold
And **** a faberge egg
I wrote scripture and law
Grand sparkling things
I'd chuckle to myself
And shake my head
You've done it again champ!
I would've never quit
God it was artistry
You wouldn't get it
I had so much to say
That my pen ran dry