Underbite

So how you fuckin’ feeling tonight?
we’re ( insert name here ) from unimportant,
and I’m about to mimic some image of
a rock and roll singer I have under lock and key
without the faintest hint of irony that I’m flashing
my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity

So is everyone having a good time tonight?
good, I’m glad (I couldn’t actually care less).
you guys are the best crowd that we’ve ever seen,
seen with these old dead eyes.
blind to the stage or even my own lies.
so make some fucking noise!!!
so hey ho, let’s go!!!
let’s start this contemptible “rock” show.
blinding lights to hide the hand up
our ass in this puppet-sock show
Two sewn on eyes,
repurposed and made new
torn from an aging suit
for a sense of déjà vu
Thumb underbite
I bite my fucking thumb
and hope you catch a thread
and slowly come undone
An illusion seldom spoken
An understanding between you and I
that the ground that you stand on
is somehow less than mine
An allusion to a broken home,
left on the street and chilled to the bone
So hey, we still feeling good?
Now you comprehend our complex relationship:
consumer/consume, you’re just so stupid, kid
and I’m a megalomaniac
Shedding defenses for an honest creation
Placing yourself in the stocks on the strap
You’re disgracing your effort by conforming
to textbook performance of music
to fill in the gaps, and it’s bullshit
It’s bullshit. be honest,
this can’t be what you wanted,
if what you write about means anything to you
Rather than pure vanity,
people might connect with sincerity.
pray the next generation learns from our mistakes
Let’s not repackage that same old performance.
original content, so much more rewarding
I know that it might be quite cliché,
but if all the world is in fact a stage,
then this stage, this here goddamn stage
might just be all the world.