days of nothing 
then work comes 
all at once you get busy 
the speed is dizzy 

you’ve got another minute 
to get it down 
without thinking 
that’d be messy 

everyone’s cool 
in the typing pool 
they ain’t replaced 
with a machine yet 

maybe it’ll happen 
then things would end 
but as long as inspiration’s there 
you’ll have a chair 

and you’ll slave 
for that muse 
beautiful, 
fair, and cruel 

do it without a thought 
bow down 
kiss her boots 
she doesn’t feel moved 

kicking you into the pool 
smiles “you fool” 
you happily drown 
but you’ve got it down