I sit here with a mic and I might just recite
Some of the rhymes that I write when I try to be Nerdcore. My
mouse pointer hov’rin’ over the Record button in Audacity.
Pull it away, Ben. Don’t even try it. You’ve no right to be
trying these rhymes out loud. Keep ‘em locked tightly.
Mumble ‘em to yourself in your geeky sleep nightly.
Quite rightly, too. Because to speak them out loud
Would cause the fabric of reality to crumble all around you.
...Well, okay, not really.
It’s just that when I’m writing them I already feel silly,
and to commit them to recordings people can listen to willy-nilly
doesn’t strike me as nifty. So I think I’ll stay thrifty
in regards to keeping the lyrics that are locked up within me
within me. Take the key, drop it in the River Lee.
Make believe that the words in my head just aren’t there.
Lurking in my cerebrum, tuggin’ at my hair.