[FFML] [Spamfic] The Writer

[Bryan Cupp]

I'll see your Let it Go, and raise you a Writer.
Yeah, probably not as good but well.

On a warm summer's evening
In front of a bright lit monitor
I met up with the writer
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
At the words on our screens
The boredom overtook us
And he began to speak

He said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' people's fics
Knowin' what the series were
By the way they described their hair
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of ideas
For a taste of your coke
I'll give you some advice"

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a pen
And asked me for a paper
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said, "If you're gonna write a story, boy
You gotta learn to write it right

You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run

You never count your reviews
When you're sittin' at the cafe
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the story's done

Every writer knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every story's a hit
And every story's a miss
And the best that you can hope for
Is a review in your box"

And when he'd finished speakin'
He turned back toward the screen
Put down his pen and paper
Faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The writer got a review
But in his final words
I found an gem that I could keep

You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run

You never count your reviews
When you're sittin' at the cafe
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the story's done

You've got to know when to hold 'em (when to hold 'em)
Know when to fold 'em (when to fold 'em)
Know when to walk away
And know when to run

You never count your reviews
When you're sittin' at the cafe
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the story's done

You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run

You never count your reviews
When you're sittin' at the cafe
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the story's done
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