Fool

You fashion words that fools lap up And call yourself a poet Tattooed pretense upon your skin So everyone will know it And I guessed your favorites one by one And all to your surprise From damned Nick Cave to Kerouac They stood there side by side You, my sweet, are a fool You, my sweet, are plain and weak Go let the other girls Indulge the crap that you excrete Declare yourself an honest man Who needs a chance to prove it But traps were laid, the bed was made So obvious you blew it And I bet you gave her one by one Regurgitated lines From saint Nick Cave and Kerouac And all the better guys