Oops

I could use some Walden Pond,
But not for solitude.
I'm tired of writing [XXXXX]'s songs,
And tapping toes to [YYYYY]'s tune.
I wouldn't say these men are wrong,
Or even out of touch.
In fact, I think I've said too much.

Ecclesiastical

There's nothing new that can be said,
So why am I compelled
To keep my pen against this page?
What could I have to tell?

The Cake is a Mess

You can use a chainsaw to cut a cake,
But damn, what a waste!