The Director

The sociopath meets the depressed in this indie-drama.

 

Raw lenses into the soul
I just like watching the
Crashing and Burning
Luckily I’m too far away
to truly be worried

From my lawn chair sprawled out
with a cheer and a shout
I’ll egg on your downfall
For that adrenaline rush
This is real, this is life

Why should we call cut
You’re the star of this show
So I’ll just let the film roll
You’re doing great kiddo
Please, keep it up.

As a virulent icon
your depravity innervates society
We will whisper of
The tragedy of it all… oh the humanity!
Yet no sequel for you have
Moved on to bigger and better things.