Take a light bulb from the closet And replace the one above the faucet Scrape the whisker from my face Nick my lip in pointless haste Take a magical marker black Darken a spot on the map Of a county on the coast Where I was born out of a ghost Underneath the ceiling fan Contemplate a master plan Breathe a sigh of recognition For a childhood superstition Push a thumbtack in the wall Pierce the picture, I did draw It's a graphic portrait from my youth And it hurts my heart this forced review