By the light of the lamp I sit to type -

My notes on tab at my side

I don't see the sun much these days

A fluorescent tan covers my hide

How much impact shall I have this time?

My goal today is to reach the deadline

I write between the lines

I deal with fantasy

I report the facts

Give them to me, please

Ham and egg salad on white bread

Keeps me company on nights like this

A pack of mentholated cigarettes

Keeps my air nice and thick

When I write, words flow

Like coins from a candy box

Get out of my way

I've got something to say

The pulse is beating louder now

The cramps in my hands grow

More intense with each tik, tik

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys

My social life is at an end

So it seems to be

Why don't I trample on your lawn today?

I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey

I write between the lines

I deal with fantasy

I am the pressman

Acknowledge me

Mother always told me

Never stray too far from home

The little lady said

"Boy, you'll never have to be alone

Because

You build with fountain pen

You create the memory stain

You are the pressman

Stand up straight, boy."