the diamond in the alley
how can I continue to sing my praises
when I'm drunk inside the galley
the smile
is the style
I wear it to work
I cannot shirk
this feeling of success
in spite of being
an uneventful
unrepentful
slobbish drunken mess
I'm glittering like refined gold
you want me?
I'm sold
hold on tight
I'll raise my skinny fists in fight +
rage
rage
rage
against the dying of the light
I'll burn
ever-bright
I'll turn
misery to
joy
have no sympathy
I enjoy
my beneath-the-dirt
tragedy
I'm an allegory
for the run-down
for the hopeless hungry
side of town
I had an epiphany
when you
were not with me
of all that I could dream
to be +
how I'd see it done +
that is
more than half the
fun
the aching tread
the wish-I-was-dead
brings forth
the dew
in the desert
brings forth
you
in service to me
as a song
tell me
when I've gone
wrong +
where I lost the
paint +
when
I find the thread
again
I am
king
king of me
climbing endless to
infinity
no stop off
no rest-stop
between
pen + page
I am it
I am it
I am it
I am it
I am truly
all the rage
