you fashion words that fools lap up and call yourself a poet tattooed pretense upon your skin so everyone will know it and i guessed your favorites one by one and all to your surprise from damned nick cave to kerouac they stood there side by side you my sweet are a fool you my sweet are plain and weak go let the other girls indulge the crap that you excrete declare 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 1