George R. R. Martin, please write, and write faster
You're not going to get any younger, you know
Winter is coming, I'm growing impatient

And you've still got two more damn books left to go
So write, George, write like the wind!


I curse the day that my friend ever loaned me
An old dog-eared paperback called Game of Thrones
How could I know that this seed would grow into

An addiction that held me, right down to my bones

Now, five books later, I lurk with the masses

Indignant, entitled, and waiting for word
That the great Bearded Glacier has finally published
Nine hundred more pages of crack for the nerds


Why does every new verse of your song
Keep taking you so !@#$ long?


George R. R. Martin, please write, and write faster
please give us boiled leather, and sigils and steel

We need our allotment of incest and intrigue
And six page descriptions of every last meal
So write, George, write like the wind!


Lewis took five years to chronicle Narnia
Tolkien had twelve years, and Rowling took ten

Lucas spent nearly three decades on Star Wars
And we all know how that one turned out in the end


You're not our (*##$, and you're not a machine
And we don't mean to dictate how you spend your days
But please, bear in mind, in the time that you've had,

William Shakespeare churned out thirty-five friggin' plays

And if you keep writing so slow

You'll hold up the HBO show

George R. R. Martin, please write, and write faster

'cause we won't stop whining until we're appeased
Crap out the chapters--and George, while you're at it
Stop killing our favorite characters, please

And write, George, write...like the wind!

(George R.R. Martin, please write, and write faster

Before you are dead, George, please write like the wind)