Prize for Writing
The governor-general with the hard-to-say name
Has given me a prize for writing
I haven't written a thing
In ten months' time
But they've given me a prize for writing
I ransacked the library for inspiration
And I vandalized Chandler's grave
I slammed it out all crotchety like Dorothy Parker
And they've given me a prize for writing
A prize for writing! A prize for writing!
They might as well pay me for lying
Something I can sell to pay the bills
But the typewriter keys are still bent
Slurring everything I had written
Obscured all but my intent
And they've given me a prize for writing
A prize for writing! A prize for writing!
They might as well pay me for lying
I jumped up and down when they gave me a good thing
And they've given me a prize for writing
Incoherency merely for relevancy's sake
And they've given me a prize for writing
I was bragging bout the consequences
Of derangement of the senses
Already forming itself into sentences
And they've given me a prize for writing
A prize for writing! A prize for writing!
They might as well pay me for lying
Autor(es): Matthew Grimson