i'm a cruiser, a user, an afternoon boozer a choosy, lousy, male version of a floozy a debauched, miscreant morning snoozer a depraved, debased, reprobate loser

i'm a loner, a hermit, an every-day toker a bossy, haughty, cavalier smoker a pompous, pretentious, presumptuous apostate an arrogant, self-righteous, imperious poser

i'm a below-average poet with saccharine lines wondering whether to weather these turbulent times words are all we've left to pierce through the mind in this colossal confederacy of the blind

i'm a below-average writer with below-average skill anything i once cherished i went on to kill a happless somebody with nothing to lose listening to records with laces in his shoes

i want to be better but i don't know where to start i want to be different but i'm too much of a tart i want to be revered but not sure i'm that smart i want to be loved but i just don't have the heart

i'm a below-average, average guy nothing special, nothing fly nothing to repent, nothing to regret the kind of person you will not forget