Number One Critic.
Let me tell you about a man
That tries as hard as he can
To keep it from breaking
Despite all the shit he’s taken
Trying to keep every piece together
At least trying to weather
The daily casual storm
In some fashionable form
He’s in distress
A fucking mess
Every bit the idler
Piece of shit writer
Sitting like a sin in a prayer
Hidden in the pen and paper
Subliminally he hides
While he critically subsides
Like concrete he breaks down
Six feet in the ground
Annoyed with everyone else
Senselessly destroying himself
Trying to come out with that prayer
But he’s too fucked to care
He cut up the only thing that was right
Found a way to suck it up and fight
Himself back to the same pen and paper
But it won’t get much greater
Because he’s not worth it
He’s a piece of shit