Honesty took my tongue, head full of dung,
Someone's really hating me.
An awful fact, this goodly cut exact,
Too much blood is bloody.
I'm just scum, too small for some
Or anyone to know who I am.
A cavorting clown, who's not from town,
A frivolity with almost zero glam.
Not good-looking at all, I scratch my balls,
The world is full of loud trolls.
Merit is dead, best are hollow heads,
Truth gets you bullet holes.
Well that's what it is miss, can't tongue kiss,
And I can't talk or complain.
Next thing I foresee, the goons will kill me,
They're trained to inflict severe pain.
Nobody has to hear, from me through their ear,
About this thing called reality.
I think I'm going mad, becoming catatonic sad,
Incarceration is never an impossibility.
