Gags and fads were all in fun I made good use of the tales I spun And when my comeback failed I had a dirge to wail
All the way through writer's cramp Dead to honor, lost to shame I drafted tramp and vamp And dauntless drunken dame
Now the jig is up And that is that I blotted out the words Then tore up all the pads
Scrawling blindly in the dark I made a slip and missed the mark With only wayward thoughts to think I can't think without a hint of kink Or a sprinkling of the demon ink
