living beyond twenty-seven
this monkey not gone to heaven
the years decidedly unkind
doubting the beauty of my mind

I tried looking in the mirror
but the picture wasn't clearer
something was supposed to happen
just the sound of one hand clapping

did I not have a ton of dreams?
I remember still in my teens
all I wanted for my birthday
blank spaces to fill with wordplay

it seems all I do is compile
collaging words copying style
devoid of original thought
my younger self very distrought

I keep hiding in faceless rhyme
can't envision a bigger crime
a popstar with a silver spoon
voice forever on auto-tune