Honest as a Song

You roll over and squint and wonder if it’s Tuesday and if today is the day that you can write one single line that would make the stones in a graveyard weep. If you can swing it, and maybe add another good one or two, someday they’ll get interested enough to ask you what it means. You can be nearly as honest as a song and tell them that you don’t know, because you just took dictation from an unseen warden, and hearing it is the only way to unlock the jail it’s in.