‘Twas the second day after Christmas, and all through my head,
not a thought came a stirring, as if my brain had gone dead.
I stayed up half the night trying to right the wrongs in my story,
I had better not give up, where there’s no guts there’s no glory.
At around a quarter to one as I awoke from my second power nap,
I wondered, do all the great ones ever go through this crap.