Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Incoherent Psychobabble

Scathe your own fame
Downward into inferno and you're the one to blame
Wishing things were the same
The hogwash you claimed
For the lights to read your name 
Damn, what a pain
What a shame, you're untamed
Regret the squeaky clean
Image you touted 
You would've thought twice about the bullshit you spouted 
Well, you achieved your goal
All the cameras were pointed at your face
Martians know about you in outer space
Now you're gone without a trace
Sans a fast-paced, action-packed chase
Have yet to find your place
Soon enough you'll be replaced
All the punks in the world who riot
All the thugs who instigate the disquiet
All the hoodlums and bandits and rowdy folk
Those who masked their true colors with a thin cloak
If they didn't don that, it'd catch our eye like blinding light
So high from your ego like a soaring kite
Like a ruffian in a mob 
Grease monkey hair gel take a glob
Mafia, watch out leave that cannoli 
Then clasp that gun at your side real slowly
You have a reason behind the horror
You're ducking, covering, crossing borders
Every speck of your diction causes disorder
You sit there like a block of ice
Some sun would've been twice as nice
Picking up every immoral vice
Questionable, ask a question
Be warned time's of the essence
I'm so delirious
Increasingly inarticulate
Nonsense streams out
Like a channel to a dam
What you wish I were I already am
I craft me how they see me
Don't know that for certain 
Open up your eyes
And tear away the curtain
I may not know much
But I'll willing to admit
Before you sink your claws I'll dart away
Lickety split


To be continued. . .when I'm more articulate!

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