on my way to drawing a blank

i’m not really used to the white paint

get a tank

i know where to aim

like a saint

martyr for the right to a high rank

what’ll you do

for the fame

thought i could put it in my veins

reinvent my name

if i transfused

i could faint

wake to a life that entertains

but i can’t be slain

– D K T


life ends. why pretend

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