RedGage

Put on your coat made of fur of a snake.

Stop singing the note you can’t reach.

You destroy, don’t create, you do nothing but preach.

Your pretentious ideas and words are so fake.

I don’t care any more, so stop bringing me down,

Let me sing my own song for a while.

I’ll forget you and will learn again how to smile.

And who cares if it rhymes with a “frown”?

Rhymes are lame, and the rhythm is too,

Too damn bad, that’s the way that I feel.

For now I want everything to be real,

Have to stop painting everything blue.