Oh, I bare my tragic soul
And grow as an artist
One pinky up my nose
See my toes
Curl up
See my *** clench so tight
As I sigh and moan
All **** night
Cause I am an artist
Sweet sad me
What a genius
More because
My town can’t see
The brilliance
Of poor old torture me
Boo hoo hoo
The tired cliché
Like that tired phrase
All Van Gogh
One ear off
And one left to go
I think you all should know
I am only so, so,
So, so
So you know
All angsty stuff
All suicide rage
All depressive love
And lonely days
Poor, poor, poor me
My life is like a tragedy
Insert tears
Insert sob story
Insert boring prologue
About how nobody knows me
Insert a laugh
No x that **** out
Cause I am a very, very serious artist
But this poem is only a mockery
Of poor, sad, pathetic little old me