as you sit drooling
and see you're pulling
any strings you can
to make your stand
as you sit staring
at the tv, glaring
back at you
in the dull blue
light it's reflecting
the sublime it's protecting
as your brain melts
and the radio star belts
another song to your ear
but you still can't hear
the true calling in your name
and no need to feel ashamed;
you're not to blame.  
you're broken; nothing to claim;
gone to the wrong side of lame.