The Poet

There was this guy at a party who was reading from his poetry
While I was crying – It's enough, this is no place for me
On my way out I couldn't find my jacket
I got mad so I stole a bunch of cigarette packets
Out in the city night, I was left alone
Went to a club where this new, young band tried hard to rock ‘n' roll
I punched the singer in the face
Said – You must be the brother to a bad poet
whose girlfriend I fucked at a party an hour ago
I am evil, I am bad
I'm the biggest liar, I make people sad
Who could think that I would grow so much hate
I was never wanted, mother, now it's too late
Early in the morning I left an after party
Feeling so happy ´cause I threw up on the arty farty fucker
who'd been giving me whiskey all night
I'm a coward so I ran from the fight
Believe me or not, I ran into the poet
I asked for a cigarette though I knew that he had none left
Said – I wanna kill you
'cause you bug me, I wanna kill you
I hate your poems, I hate your life style,
I hate your arty friends, I hate your meaningless life
I wanna kill you
'cause you bug me, I wanna kill you
I said…
I am evil, I am bad
I'm the biggest liar, I make people sad
Who could think that I would grow so much hate
I was never wanted, mother, now it's too late