Fool

You fashion words that fools lap up

And call yourself a poet

Tattooed pretense upon your skin

So everyone will know itAnd I guessed your favorites one by one

And all to your surprise

From damned Nick Cave to Kerouac

They stood there side by sideYou, my sweet, are a fool

You, my sweet, are plain and weak

Go let the other girls

Indulge the crap that you excreteDeclare yourself an honest man

Who needs a chance to prove it

But traps were laid, the bed was made

So obvious you blew it

And I bet you gave her one by one

Regurgitated lines

From saint Nick Cave and Kerouac

And all the better guys

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