Nobody writes quite like you
Or so they say
One way to boost a flailing ego
Forego heady assumptions, monstrously hopeful conclusions
A dangerous dice with contempt, utter exclusion
Set fire to the 3rd bar immediately
I do pity the also-rans
Writers with nowhere near enough wit
The sun splitting the skies but they just can’t see it
Half-baked plans
Or maybe I’m being a little too hasty
A whet palette, simple enough bringings far too tasty to me
Will join the aforementioned
Getting by on long-lost dreams aside a stately pension
Too many of these people to bare mentioning
I just want to quench that goddamn thirst
Seems to me the story must come first