I Started Work

I started work on the script I hacked my way through the thicket A maze of fragmented ramblings By a soul in limbo She hovered there like a hawk Afraid I'd damage her baby (spoken) I thought we might cut away from the market Cut away from me? They don't want you in every scene Of course they do, what else would they have come for? I made my first big mistake I put my foot in the quicksand It wouldn't be a few paste and scissors This would take weeksThe house was always so quiet Just me and Max and that organ No one fawned and nobody ever came And there was only one kind of entertainment on hand