fuck fame

new york’s a ghost town. take a sip but don’t drown.

word around town is that you’re ready to throw down.

however, i am a lover not a fighter so i never will fight you.

what is true? what is truth? exclamation points and 40 proof

dreams come true.

reality, dream, sleeping, waking i think the truth is somewhere in between

a rock and a soft place

wood for the fire place

winter is coming

and this isn’t a game but i do need to take the throne

so

grab your telephone and be ready to call me or at least answer when it rings

christmas is here and i am happy

with

a lump

of coal

miners

24 hour diners

gallery openings

grape 

cheese

and whiners

whining about nothing

when our president-elect isn’t fit to take the seat

do we riot in the street or drown our sorrows in drink

with me

let us say a toast

to doing

what we love most

and getting 

paid

no longer concerned with getting laid

cause they say

money can buy everything

has changed

yet everything is the same
fuck fame