the wanna be

Sick of dying
unwilling to live
I'm easily best
at what I won't give
but that's obvious all
and sundry know.

They have praise for me
wherever I never
go

I don't wanna be
praised for shit like that
I don't wanna be
talented at math
I'm okay
I'm okay
I'm okay with all I can
but it's not even who I am

Sane and accomplished
at drowning in pairs
or breathing the sterile desert airs
of a salty beach now
in solitude

I have acclimated
to life so rude

I don't wanna be
praised for shit like that
I don't wanna be
walked when I won't bat
I'm okay
I'm okay with all I can,
but it's not even who I am

I'm aware this is
nothing special man
everyone is unique
and so, I am

Safe and as clean
as a body can be
Kind as a mind and a heart
so free
Naked as anything hid
by clothes
Strip it all off, only
more is exposed
Bartholomew Cubbins
has nothing on me
my whole outfit's
infinite regress,
progressing to stage
never quite undressed
at what I won't give

I am easily best.