DEATH AT LAST

You’re anonymous, bro!
You’re ashamed of
What you do!

If I ever apologize,
Feel free to slug
Me in the
face

I’ve grown weary with
These people who
Preach the same
Crap that they
Did throughout
The annals of
History

I’ve got tools in
My chest that I
Just don’t use

There’s cash on
The dresser

There’s something else
I can’t admit

I thought I was
The shit back
Then, time took
Care of that, but
Whatever

When you see bad
Art, it cuts you
Somehow