Curriculum Vitae

So my name is a number, age is a measurement
Of these an equation, ambiguous relevance

Score my efforts, they border obsessive
For every room I enter, sworn to its exit

My self esteem rolls on empty
I'm prone to let the moment take the breath from me

Ever since a pup been trying to figure out what normal is
If I could be anything, I'd be disappointed

I have been a bovine, branded for the puppeteers
Strings woven into lips, pull a smile up to cheer

A lieutenant in strangers war
A cadaver for the platter of voracious hordes

White collar ghost, haunting a swivel chair
Telephone voice, a caller who isn't there

A spoke on a wheel in that rat race
That yearns for the freedom in the stillness of the stagnate

There's no glory in résumé
Nothing for me on their terrain
They won't call in to bless your wake
Mourn when your breath's abate
Your just awning on their estate

So you can count my capabilities with symbolised lettering
So I can be a product of my lessoning

A square peg to round hole curriculum
A simian, burning effigy of minion

Indifferent... to the snake and the ladder
Success... greed served on the same platter

Bachelor of elsewhere, mastered in avoidance
I disembark from crafts less poignant

Horror... my warm kiss, another realm to seep into
But nothing's as vicious as the evening news

A keen tongue for poisons that draw out my own
The bejewelling of a fools crown... throne

Music... my therapist an edifice of reminiscence
Everything is prettiest from generous distances

Be harsh, be hurtfully analytic
Just know I'm my own worst critic

There's no glory in résumé
Nothing for me on their terrain
They won't call in to bless your wake
Mourn when your breath's abate
Your just awning on their estates