While cursing my way through traffic
Put the whole thing to verse and beat
All I needed was a pen and some paper
Some means to get it down before time blew it away
By time I got a chance to scribble
The words had turned to drivel
I scraped away the moss
Trying to find the gem beneath
All I did was make it hard to breath
Filling the air with a song without a message
I choked on what remained
So I buried it
With the last of my own remains.
