We woke up to our first snow
Of this winter season.
And this poem just goes to show
I'll rhyme for any reason.
So I want you all to know
They're not all people-pleasin'.
When your back is out of whack,
It is time to see a quack
For a chiropractic crack.
This is what happens: I wake up at 3 a.m. and start thinking about strange and eclectic things...and I start putting them into rhyme. This really helps when I'm working on and worrying about a lyric; otherwise, I get wacky stuff like this. Or stuff that makes me cry. Or laugh. Or want to quit because it's all shit.
The thing is....if you don't get up and record even the shit, it's gone forever. You gotta grab for the gusto — and the ideas, thoughts, and words — while they're in your consciousness. If you don't claim them by writing them down, they move on, and somebody else who is awake and ready with a pen and paper gets them. And you have no one to blame for that loss but yourself.
I woke up and our dark curtains looked brighter; peeked out and saw snow. My back has been wonky for a couple months. I was awake. What would you do?
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