Because I haven't written one for a while

Calling up the cue card as soon as you're in town

You're letting nobody else down except yourself when you don't try.

Two steps through the church
The first pillar that you see
That isn't where you ought to be
That isn't where you want to be

As they pass the blame you lap it up
They hope you'll never have enough of that.

Gluey mess with hands both tucked away
White flags eat up half your day

I hope you'll some day have enough of that.