METAPHYSICAL SILLiNESS

I JUST LIKE USING THE WORD METAPHYSICAL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS.

I cannot write a song. I have no idea how to do that. I cannot rhyme things. I could write a novel before I could write a song. I love to write, I would write in this blog all day long if I had the time. But I don't, so I can't. And anyway, does anyone know why I didn't get my degree in English like I intended to? Raise your hands, don't just blurt it out. Okay, you in the back. Do you know the answer? 'Twas the english that prevented the English, no? That's right. I couldn't write in measured beats. I couldn't do it. Iambic Pentameter? Seriously? Why do I need that? It's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. So I can interpret 17th century poetry correctly, but I can't make a song rhyme? Who needs it? Make that 2 things I don't need in my life...iambic pentameter and song writing. If I'm ever going to start a band (never happening now) I will have to make sure that one of my mates is a good song writer. Because unless I start putting these blogger posts to music, with 3 part harmonies, song writin' aint in the future for me. No love lost there. And the beat rolls on kids...