NO NAME

NO NAME

Why hello there Mr. No Name,

Must you find pity amongst your shame?

I’ll admit, it’s strange to see your face again,

I thought for sure you were gone at the swipe of the guillotine,

What is it that you seek when you begin to proclaim?

Proclaim the murderous ways of the critic’s acclaim,

Blah, blah, blah… keep spreading your hate,

I’ll tell you this, no longer with you can I relate,

Face with no name,

Shallow you are in life’s game,

Where have you been my disillusioned friend?

For your false illusions suddenly came to an end,

I woke one morning and stared in the mirror,

At that moment everything became clear,

The only thing you had to offer,

Was dragging me down, not allowing me to prosper,

Don’t you worry your beautifully disfigured face,

You can trust in me that your secrets are safe,

So leave me to be,

And I will set you free,

Go and hide behind your shame,

I promise never to let them know of your name.

-brad