[Genre: boogie-woogie with blues-rock flavor. Male lead vocal, gritty and playful tone, energetic rhythm. Add upright piano, electric guitar, stomping drums, occasional horn stabs.

Virtuosic piano intro. Short instrumental breaks before each verse. Repeat final chorus twice. End with a wild piano outro.]

I sow what is wise, fertilize it with shit,

Just hoping for something to grow.

That’s the fate of a poet whose rhyme is "desire – fire",

Still jerking clichés like a pro.

Down in the shit, up in the stars,

Writing these lines with emotional scars.

Muse won’t call? I’ll still write bars —

One hand in dirt, one gaze reachin’ Mars!

Erato, you slut! Calliope, ho!

Parnassian bitches throwing fits!

I’m waitin’ to make literary history, yo —

So quit playin’ virgins, you mythic misfits!

Fire and desire, rain and pain,

Every damn line circles the drain.

But I’ll keep dancing with rhyme and booze,

Till the Muses strip down and shake their shoes!

A field never plowed, and Pegasus yoked,

My seed is all set to explode.

Got plenty of shit, and my drive is stoked —

It’s lit as hell. But it’s gonna get even fucking bolder!

Sing, you filthy muse, don’t make me beg!

I’m chuggin’ moonshine and breakin’ my leg!

This poem ain’t clean, it’s muddy and loose —

But hell, Pegasus kicks like a pissed-off moose!

Sing, you filthy muse, don’t make me beg!

I’m chuggin’ moonshine and breakin’ my leg!

This poem ain’t clean, it’s muddy and loose —

But hell, Pegasus kicks like a pissed-off moose!