You Gotta Get the Bad Ones Out

​You gotta get the bad ones out!
It's a volume game, it's true!
Fill up a page with drivel,
Maybe keep a word or two.

You would be shocked to see the trash
On Dylan's cutting room floor
Or the heaps of dull, rejected fluff
Behind Tom Waits' door.

This page is nearly finished now,
No masterpiece, as planned
You gotta get the bad ones out
(I wrote this on the can).