The Stooge

I’ve kept it in my heart
For over twenty fucking years
And all that time washing away
With the stench of my spilt tears
I’ve lingered on the amorous
Transformed into something hideous
With the love of life felt to new extents
And reaching new heights of ugliness
The stooge, stool pigeon of idiots
The king of jesters, pawn of comedians
A pillar that supports my own demise
Believing all that’s seen through my vacant eyes
I’m rewriting paragraphs
In my life that don’t read well
Once opposed to editing my regrets
I’ve grown sick of this denial
Tempted every hour
By the benefits of being a liar
Turning my back at what’s at hand
And writing stupid verse to make it all seem grand
The stooge, stool pigeon of idiots
The king of jesters, pawn of comedians
A pillar that supports my own demise
Believing all that’s seen through my vacant eyes
Some say there’s something to strife
That serves those grieving spineless artists
Transforms shit into a masterpiece
And makes their vain attempt at pain so fucking romantic
I’m certain that someday my time will come
I’ll crash and burn like everyone
I’m certain that someday my time will come
I’ll crash and burn like everyone