I am a desperate man,
I am Desperate Dan
I am a fool in love,
I am a jealous bastard
I am a short temper and a blow to the head,
But I am a coward
I am purity,
I am a pervert
I am honesty,
I am truth
I am deceit an illusion of what I am,
I will show no mercy, I will make it bleed.
I am ruthless,
But I still have my youth
As a poet I will drink their tears,
I will swallow their praise
I will devour their entities
I will bask in their unadulterated adoration
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Beautiful words, the final stanza is particularly evocative of the arrogance of poetry. I loved it. The stark rhythm is particularly complimentary of the harsh message of the poem.
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