The Battle

My words aren’t nearly good enough
for what I have to say—
I’ll write them yet another time
then throw them all away.

I’ll try another language,
hell, I’ll mix it up mit zwei;
escribo más palabras,
and kiss it all goodbye.

It’s tough to write the good stuff
but it’s rougher if you don’t — 
you’ve got to keep on trucking, kid,
’cause if you can’t, or won’t,

there’s no one else to do it
just the way you would have done — 
so get your pen and curses out
and try to have some fun.