Once made a poem called "King of Poetry"
Big mistake,  this no kingdom it's a community
Been makin poems portraying my life since puberty
Always wished they'd understand my lines before judging me

I hate how they say men are the same
Always hated how other men treated women like lames
I guess thats why I made "No more"
I was always the sad guy with the "Heart breaks"
Had to write my "Last sad poem"
Before I got stuck in the "Twist"

When I said "you can have her" that was one of "my poems"
I'm good with the "lazy unfinished poems"

Holy water into wine. Beer from barley.
Walking on the roof of a brewery,
Contemplating how Jimmy Fallon's
Finger never really seems to heal.

Combine harvester headlights dance
On the living room walls
As I lean back on my white IKEA
Sofa, tracing long hairs and

Fingerprints of lovers gone,
Wondering why I chose such a
Revealing colour.
Suppose the transparency matches

That of my soul's lining.
Holy water into wine.
Fields of gold now liquid painkillers
Slurring the voices in my head that

Pick fights with my heart over
Insignificant issues.
I lip synch to the music of my
Neglected talents and the memories

Of inspiration attached.
Bullets like knuckles rapping, rapping
At my empty chamber
Door.

Every finger I ever broke
Was from typing or
Punching
Walls.

Sometimes I put on the mask of
Poet, and pretend to be writing  
For as long as it takes to fool
The empty pages.

My perfect timing almost missed the show
I guess I was always too slow

I've got a yawning desperation for power
Been at it too long its my final hour
If my words won't succeed I'll buy you a flower
But that still didn't work

I don't understand why you left
I thought I told you how I felt
I thought I succeeded with the heart theft
So it was all an illusion your heart is solid it didn't melt

I swear she got me feelin like Adele
Always the sad songs never the happy feet poems

So if my poems sound sadder and sadder
Know that I'm gettin clever and clever