I'm not pressing myself hard enough.
I feel like I'm not pressing the bar.
They say I'm too rugged, a diamond in the rough.
Editors and publishers tell me I'm taking it too far.
Stars and lunatics.
As I'm writing this, my hands shake.
I'm fueled up on caffeine and hate.
Barely asleep and half awake.
Fed up, fired up, ready to go and I cannot wait.
The stars and lunatics.
It's so idiomatic.
Everything is so plastic.
Everyone has a story to tell.
Believe me I have a few to sell.
Stars and lunatics.
I'm so full of rage and hate.
The world is getting smaller in my cage and crate.
Honestly I don't want to win.
Because that means ...I'll be giving in.
The stars and lunatics.
©walterdail
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