The Pocketed Napkin of An Exploding Star

The Pocketed Napkin of an Exploding Star

 

I’m not reckless

I’ve wrecked four cars

driving home from

the floors of closed bars.

I’m unafraid, I’m afraid,

as long as I live to see

another day of getting paid.

but every mistake I make

gets put up on the fuckin’ TV

every intimate detail

under microscope scrutiny

and people wonder why I say

“FUCK CELEBRITY”