Don't Look Backstage

I sit and wonder 
why I ever write 
these cheesy, bitchy verses 
When in the end, 
I can't pretend 
to even give a fuck 

My life, my loves 
stand static still, 
as I pace to seek their worship 
Through sordid blurs 
of words I spurt 
to amplify my luck 

A kiss today, 
a shag tonight, 
these broken hearted fools 

They dress to kill, 
I fuck to thrill 
These tools, 
too school for cool. 

My aim, in truth, 
born for and of 
An antquated lie 
Gives lust a face 
of love and trust 
and thrusts our fucking hearts with pain!