Write It Right - Into It. Over It.

I’m surrounded by martyrs

An unknown group of famous authors

Self-important men with an opinion and a pen

Rewriting songs the way they’ve always been

I hear your position

But the noise is much too loud

I couldn’t make it out

Force fed the static

Dressed head to toe in black

Could you repeat this?

Do you honestly believe this?

The definition’s dead

So print to nonfiction

A fluid guide to better diction

And never leave the house

Just rip the bookshelves out

We’d only need the one you’re writing now

I fear your position

But the noise is much too loud

And I couldn’t blame you now

New social status

Dressed head to toe in black

Could you repeat this?

Do you honestly believe it?

The definition’s dead

What have I read?

You’re not just a muse

You’re also amusing

You keep throwing bricks

And I’ll pretend you’re building

You look so confused

I guess it’s confusing

Trying to keep score

When you can’t tell who is winning

We print this to fiction

Acquire unfair descriptions

Sadly, there’s something so important

I can say that you will never get it right

You will never write it right