Edgy

Don't make the subtext text
You always think you know what comes next
Emboldened by a fire that your privilege protects
You may think you wrote the book on politics and sex, but
What you think are golden bars ain't even copper flecks

Don't try to drive a wedge
Take failure on the chin
When you stand at the Edge
It's easy to fall in

Stand straight and do what's right
Don't search for stage time every night
Try to listen more. When you see pain, don't take delight
You synthesize opinions just to fabricate a fight
You think yourself the cure when you're a parasitic blight

Another swamp to dredge
Patience wearing thin
When you stand at the edge
It's easy to fall in

Stand there in your torn jeans trying hard not to forget
You think it makes you look cool, so you light a cigarette
You look down with disdain at folks who tell you what to do
And say it's "for the art" but we all know thou art untrue

Step back from the ledge
Put down your poison pen
When you stand at the edge
You're going to fall in

Don't make the subtext text
You always think you know what comes next
Emboldened by a fire that your privilege protects
You stare into the dark, bare your teeth and try to flex
But I don't think you like the look of what the mirror reflects