to my delight,
welcome back on this sleepless night.
Mr Jitters shakes my tent.
am I a chump,
the longer I wait atop this jump?
why are we here,
when we could be in the lodge behind a beer?
let’s be frank,
have you ever helped me fill the tank?
Have you ever gotten me
out of bed,
without dreams of bailing filling my head?
What good are you?
What’s the allure
during moments of risk to feel insecure?
We’ve been here before
so if you’d be so kind as to find the door?
And shuffle off
straight to hell!
Jitters you’ve turned me into a shell.
With what in lieu:
Fear and Doubt and Dread and You.
No thank you sir
I’m quite content
With the work I’ve done and the lines I’ve sent.
I’ve seen enough
to know you’re wrong,
that whatever you say, I do belong.
it’s a shame we met
but still, I owe you a sort of debt.
Because after years
of this tired bit,
I know now, Mr Jitters, you’re full of shit.