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