Debating life with a head held high,
Consumed in your soul: arrogance and pride,
Strolling the court with the entitlement of a God,
How will your lovers know that you’re a fraud?
What you lack in values,
You have made up in volumes,
Of liquor and beer: encompassing your existence,
The persistence of optimism should be invested into the distance,
between you and your fans,
like that between Brazil and Japan,
What I discovered now is the joke that is your presence,
So walk away with your ego and your golden crescent.
I have chosen to see no more.
I will count to three,
find the nearest drugstore,
that is where YOU belong:
as a self-professed,