Scribble jot, scribble jot, sometimes it feels that’s all I’ve really got,

These words, this blog, worth the slog if it gets me to this,

Midnight muse sometimes calls my name, from dead sleep to scattered brain busy,

Like Hamilton, Mozart, Black Thought Trotter, one in the same, common flame burning, churning,

Need to jot it down to get it out, slow it some, these bits, reduce my fits, retain my grit, but also let it go,

You got yours, I need mine, muse, midnight or otherwise, I need mine, muse,

GOOD.