If you can't eat you got to
smoke and we ain't got
nothing to smoke:come on kid E.E. Cummings
Should I write even though I don’t have anything to say?
Well, did I ever have?
If you’ve got something to smoke, smoke it, they say.
Should I stay even though I don’t have anything to stay
for? You thought I’d never leave—
leave off writing, that is—even though I had nothing to say.
But I’ll keep on marching in the good-old way.
I’ve got nothing to prove,
but I’ll prove it. I’ve got nothing to doubt, but I’ll doubt it.
Should I pray even
though I’ve got nothing to pray
for or to? They tried, but they couldn’t save
me from the sin writing with nada to
say.
But I won’t forget the day
my friend Steve’s heart blew up in Tennessee.
He had something to smoke and he smoked it plenty.
So I know that even if I had nothing to love, I’d love it
anyway.
But I wish I’d been with him further toward the grave.
Should I write even though I don’t have anything to say?
I’ve got something to sing, so I’ll sing it.
