A poem is a naked person.
Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.
Inspiration is hard to come by. You have to take it where you find it.
All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now.
Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.
With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks, you've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books.