Blood and thunder And all the sights and sounds of real life wonder Vim and vigor Full of piss and vinegar Wrapping around surround and bound By ligaments and skin Leaping along springingly long Bounding and pounding down leg walking sidewalks The moment of clear and absolute perception So immaculate at the moment of conception Strike spark on a lark of inspiration Getting it down a sort of netherworld dictation So I'll sharpen my pencil And rip my stencils asunder And ready my writer full of ribbon and wonder