My speech don’t rhyme it’s lost its flow br I’m ignoring things now don’t you know br Procrastination rules the day br Taken all my muse away br Tax forms papers ignored on shelf br Takes the joy out of myself, br I know they’re part of this big play br And what you earn is what you say br But Lord oh Lord I’m so behind br My dear Self I cannot find br Perhaps you’re hiding in those forms br But they’re like a graveyard full of mourns, br Ok I say, give it one more go br I’ve even told the taxman so, br I’ll try again without a break br Perhaps the sleeping muse will wake.