PRL Serials

I tuned my thoughts to the Easy Good

Although I’m human, that is apparent

As I take any chance to sink teeth in

I am baring feral with foamy lips

Critic’s nature is so, is some how sad

If not mean and ferocious, in the end

Its all so fucking hysterical

Everything is a coil of shitty joke

I wield expertly as a sturdy yoke

To every fit day, every sad attempt

Atop which I sit filled with contempt

Is it tough to be true? Come on now.

And no, there exists to requisite

Of perfection, just set yourself like me