You start out as a clump of imagination
Just boiling away like a suspended glob of weater
Turning to plasma and vanishing away
Unless I pay attention to your antics
And give you what you want

But there are times when you make it so hard
Won't come out into the sun
You just lie there in the back of my mind
Gloating and making faces at me
To give you face, name, and meaning

Don't you realize
There are times when I can't find
Pen and paper, computer and keypad
And my memory is so full
Of other faces and bits and pieces
Like a cluttered attic or gutter
There simply is no more room
To give you breathing space
Instead you puch and shove
And give me such a headache, oh!

So I'm telling you right now
While we have the chance
To make the birth
Come on out and let said be said
But please,
Just stop crowding my head
 

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