The Last Judgement
Tim de Vil
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Back home you told your folks That your pen would make you famous Destined for greatness But self-indulgent quips wrapped in Onanistic fanfic don't keep the lights on Or buy golden sconces So you set your sights on Taking potshots at hotshots Or anyone met with success And they listened Hell, at least, now, they listen Do you accuse Michelangelo Of selling out? Do you accuse Michelangelo Of being a fucking sellout Armed with a list of bona fides About as long as my thumb You made a name dragging names through the mud And kicking up enough dust To choke the high horse you rode in on Ain't that something I pray your snipe hunt for relevance Ends in bloodshed And in your final, feckless breaths, you think Oh, shit... I should've been an artist I should've been an artist Even if they didn't listen Do you accuse Michelangelo Of selling out? Do you accuse Michelangelo Of being a fucking sellout
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