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Intro

Oh, where is your inflammatory writ

Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"

Our music deserving devotion unswerving

Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor

 Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it

But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, tell me true

Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you

Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden

 But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread

 Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed

 And all at once it came to me

 And I wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty

 But that vestal light

 It burns out with the night

 In spite of all the time that we spent on it

One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet

 While outside, the wild boars root

 Without bending a bough underfoot

 Oh it breaks my heart

 I don't know how they do it

So don't ask me

And as for my inflammatory writ

Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit

Advice from the master derailed that disaster

He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"

While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful

Ululate the last Great American Novels

An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit

But at least they didn't run, to their undying credit