If I was a sculptor

The brain is a wonderful, sometimes irritating, thing.

I woke up
With Elton John
Running through my head
Jeweled glasses
And all.
If I was a sculptor
But then again
No.
I had to look it up.
Now I know
Earworms
Will overtake
My generation,
With visions
Of jeweled glasses
And pianos.
If I was a sculptor
But then again
No.