A lot of what I see
is lost in a void of hyperbole
Like a sailor's story, lost at sea,
GLORIFIED!
Only to find that he was losing his courage
over the side
An entrance to the proximity of splendor
but sometimes all they do is slander
back and forth
til it's all distorted
The tale at heart gets forgotten
and it's time to deconstruct
what it took your time & heart to construct
in the first place...
Second place Third place
Gold star Red star
No star!

Star-fucker, star-fucker
in the sky
You stroke so many
& act so high,
but only to your eyes
Lies, lies
Like high-school thighs
For which clique do you
sym-pa-th-ize
All alone with rooms of fun
Inspired in a room of none
So now how does that make YOU feel?
From the top of the head
it's always real...
and even still
just someone's concept.