there's a Poet inside of me
one who likes wrestling
the struggle changed my name
leaving a mark of constant pain
it won't leave me alone
wakes me up singing a song
won't shut up until I hum along
it believes everything is Poetry
there's nothing that never was
sometimes I don't sleep
I swear this things on drugs
it comes from a graveyard
society it has a grim mentality
it expresses its self mirthlessly
even the muse finds it to be
utterly unamusing I go mad
in my chamber careful not
to bite the hand that feed me
I already have two strikes
batting a thousand more