Oh,
the poet is not in today.
He didn't say where he's going to or how long he's apt to stay.
He mentioned that he did not have a worthwhile thing to say.
The poet is not in today.
Well,
he's burned up all his passion,
pride,
and greed and cots.
His soul no longer glows in the dark.
He's concerned that God cannot see him anymore.
So he's gone to find the place where he once made his bar.
Oh, the poet is not in today.
He did not say where he's going to or how long he's apt to stay.
He mentioned that he did not have a worthwhile thing to say.
Oh, the poet is not in today.
He's tired of writing pretty words for pretty boys.
They once made him feel like Cyrano.
But now with every single line and rhyme he writes,
God makes his heart feel like some old Pinocchio.
Oh, the poet is not in today.
Did not say where he's going to or how long he's apt to stay.
Said he did not have one single worthwhile thing to say.
Oh, the poet is not in today.
Well,
he said he might go back somewhere just to pound his nails.
A job that's got some dignity and class.
He said with guys like you,
it's always heads or tails.
And you would not know a good line if it bit you in the ass.
So the poet is not in today.
Didn't say where he's going to or how long he's apt to stay.
He mentioned that he did not have one worthwhile thing to say.
Oh, the poet is not in today.
Oh, the poet is not in today.