Stab

Make it a time

Make it anytime

Make sure that it's not the only kind

That others find

I've got a mind

I've got half a mind

To shut down the whole system at the spine

With fishing line

I'm really glad there's a grasp to grab

It's only a stab in a wet paper bag

Is that so bad?

I wrote a song

It was slow and long

I wrote the words and the music wrong

But life goes on

And on and on and on and on and on and on