You stink
as you sink
when you try to think
You blame
as your fame
of an wrecked unashamed
Takes place
on your face
the moment you became a disgrace
It makes me
wanna see
will you ever feel free
Be right
as you fight
for a spotlight
A fight for a right
is alright
if you know what to fight
A hole in the soul
is not cold
if you know what you hold
A step on a bet
you can't get
if you know who's your pet
Vasco Pompaelo*
A form of cultural prostitution and social suicide
