in reaching for the stars i have found only bars
keeping me from the light
its thoght me how to fight
the things i try to preach
the words i try to teach
my write has just begun
my pin has found my thumb
and in this mornings dew
i write for what is new
and though it might seem odd
i write to show your fraud
you life is but a lie
a simple Childs mud pie
a lie you feed yourself
a lie
and nothing else
and as a pond in this life long game
all i want is my five of fame
to scare and fright
to use this talent of childish rhyme
this is it
my big time crime