Honesty

Is there no secrets left in the margins of the handbook
Feel free to pull back skin and take a good long look
I attacked all my demons with hopeless abandon
Jumped medians to manage, get em in before the and one
Put some plasma in the graphite so everybody knows
This languishing circuitous argumentative prose
Put a word count cap on this rhythmical speech
Before I get thrown out with the filth by the genre police
It took me a while to accept who I am
This pale ass enby in the body of a white man
Try to get you to take the heart from my hand
Forget for a second that there's no foundation where I stand
Forget for a second that I wrote this at my day job
Stealing any second from the workhorse I came in on
Drinking Yerba Mate and ego boosts to stay strong
No starving artist, just feeling drought for days on end
Where does this one begin
I'm needing a friend

Shock and awe tactics are what was prescribed
By the local folk artists playing by the fire at night
Give em what they don't know they need and take flight
While they play four chords over vanishing delights
I don't know if they know what the poetry needs
But then again the Poet is the one who's naive
I'll eat my words as inspiration leaves
No bardic adventure having wine with the queen
Where does this one begin
I'm needing a friend

I might be crazy thinking there's glory in this
Thinking I'll save some soul if I just wrote a bit
Like my prose contains some medicinal cocktail
Like it can be more than just the process this song entails
Like maybe I'm just 16 bars from liftoff
Like I'll raise from the dead like Boris Karloff
And not remain stagnant where I stay
But I won't know unless I play
Where does this one begin
I'm needing a friend