Stevie Taite - Where's My Pen? lyrics

Prolific poet pen Mind exploding Needs unloading Again again again There and then is how For if not Will be forgot They live in the now Cares not what the hour 3am I need that pen By morning will turn sour Like conceiving new Embryo made Idea laid Pen made sure it grew. Paper not a must Back of hand Will do grand On my skin I trust.