I’ll lay here until my heart runs clear out of steam.
‘Cause this has always been my dream! My dream!
It took some sweat and invention to find my theme.
It required a new logic, a new enthymeme
that drove me page by page, ream after ream.
I lost myself in it ‘til I could only seem!
Just my semblance left, and a hint of self-esteem.
I laze on the banks of its lazy stream,
and it comforts me every time I want to scream,
unable to keep up with the drones on my team
who chasten me for gumming up their scheme.
Yes, I’m tired of knocking my head against that beam!
Far better to gaze upon my silvery bream,
who spawn in me with no sins to redeem.
Forget about milk and honey. This is the cream!