grayness

Chorus:
Do you like the words you write?
Do you write them late at night?
Did you write them on the bus?
Will you share them soon with us?

I do not like the words I write.
I wrote at dawn and not at night.
I did not write them on the bus.
And that is that. No further fuss!

Chorus:
Could you write then, on a train-
Would you just write and not complain?
You're a mental midget and a bore-
Just like we should have said before!

I do not like the tone you take.
It's rather hostile, no mistake.
Mental chorus, just go away-
I do not like the things you say.

Chorus:
Shall we talk about your prose?
It's flat and lifeless, heavens knows.
Shall we talk about your verse?
Amazing, that it could be worse.

Mental chorus, you can stew.
Just remember, I made you-
And should I ever stop to think
I'll write about how much you stink.