Number Three

There’s only two posts in me and I just wrote the third
Don’t know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words
Spent my whole life just digging up my blogging’s shallow grave
For the two posts in me and the third one I just made

A rich man once told me
“hey life’s a funny thing”
A poor man once told me
That he can’t afford to speak
Now I’m in the middle like a bird without a beak ’cause

There’s just two posts in me and I just wrote the third
Don’t know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words
Spent my whole life just digging up my blogging’s shallow grave
For the two posts in me and the third one I just made

So I went to the president
And I asked old what’s-his-name
Has he ever gotten writer’s block
Or something like the same
He just started talking
Like he was on tv
“if there’s just two posts in ya, boy
Whaddaya want from me? ”

So I bought myself some denim pants
And a silver guitar
But I politely told the ladies
“you’ll still have to call me sir
Because I have to keep my self-respect
I’ll never be a star
Since there’s just two posts in me
And this is number three”

With apologies to They Might Be Giants

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