I'm a menace to the neighbourhood dogs
They bark at me, I bark right back
I've fallen victim to the dead-end day job
I show those shelves how they should stack
Locked in a web with a fever of fields
I pop a pill every morning
I killed my time with a year long surreal
Thought it'd be self-assuring
Now I am on my way, dear
But Salvador said you can't stay here
Go live a life outside your art
Don't ever plan the end before you start
I do my part in saving the world
I sort my rubbish and plastics
I am not the kid I claimed I was
I'm the old me just less fantastic
Ye ol' writer's den has grown some dust
I only share my work with folk I trust
It's go broke, go home, or eat the crust
Just cut it off, kid
Get over it