Write a book of debt everyone must pay Exact revenge in a grotesque way Build a taj mahal on vacation time The kid will frag the sap before the ink is dry Its as good as any joke I know Write a book of leaves shuffled by the wind Two unbound lives orderless and grim Setup to ensure failing miserably To sublimate a world into poetry But make sure your last intentions known You were dead by 42 There'll be no rigid form for you Jammed into a plot that you'd never fit A tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it As you drifted off to sleep My mother set bedtime for me Terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit Playing in the bath with a warship in it You were gone by 42 There'll be no rigid form for you Jammed into a plot where you never would fit A tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it As you drifted off to sleep My mother set bedtime for me Terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit Playing in the bath with a warship in it