You can tell me that you’re woke and you can say that you’re a saint Take my mirror and this looking glass and see yourself – you ain’t Casting stones and broken bones, I would never wish upon You lost the game when you became a sick, disgusting pawn The eye you’re turning isn’t blind, … More Here’s to You, Hollywood
While you’re posting, making brands These molds are sculpted with my hands Faking press is fine, you see When you don’t care for “look at me” Having followers is great But does the content satiate? Or does it only serve the “you” As influencers tend to do So smart they seem to think they are … More Future Holds What It Belongs
Fame is not what it once was It did not do what it now does The days of old are gone at last For that which was has long since passed Those who seek its key and door Do not know what they’re fighting for Expecting glee, they rush inside And loneliness is all they … More Vanity
How the World Should Work 