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
  King of jesters, pawn of comediennes
  A pillar that supports my own demise
  Believing all that's seen
  Throughout 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
    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
    And I'm certain that someday my time will come
  I'll crash and burn like everyone