FEEDING TIME by tom jensen
Pens, pencils and paper
And lots of it…
Yeah, ‘cause I’m
gonna need it
I got a musical monster
Living in me…
And it’s time
for feeding
Might I suggest
you all stand
Behind the dotted line
It can get a little
messy around here
Right about this time
Gnashing and gnawing
Creeping and crawling
Hungry and growling
Not listening
is not allowed
Less you don’t
mind dying
And forever being
branded a coward
So you know
you must travel onward
Capturing the magic
of all the music
That is held
within this realm
Keep on feeding
the beast
You’ve grown
to know so well
Until it’s time
for his release
Hold on tightly
to the keys
of his cell
For surely he
has got more
notes to play
And still more
stories to tell