reads me then I sell no books
all my hard work of scratching my ***
and feeling hurt over remaining in
the shadows of someone’s light
always straining to achieve something
that at least for me, seems out of sight

If no one watches my videos
then I’ll never get a second look
I ostentatiously display the **** –
a little overcooked
the ****** is more open to them
they’d rather get their sticky fingers in it
than any book

If no one bothers to listen
then I’ll be lonelier still
and that’s a hell of a lot of emptiness
to fill
If you don’t answer when I call
Oh, death come find me
once and for all