Follow my poetic art skills
and glorious might,
Which by the way the two are
pumped by my own pride.
I know the fans are obsessed
with the artistry with delight.
They follow me
like the pied piper into the forest,
Entertained and Blinded
by the lovely and gorgeous poetic notes.

Seeing my artistry
at the peak of the pyramids,
All the praises and adoration sparked a flame
In my heart, causing an arson and decay,
From lacking character and integrity, at bay.

The fame and praises are the diesel,
and my heart is the flame,
Out of nowhere,
my body explodes
like a suicide bomber filled with rage.
Me, along with my fans,
body parts imploded
into a bloodbath
in the darknest part of the forest.

If only I had
mastered character and integrity
before the artistry became potent,
and the fame and praise came to me,
Down this narrow path with ease.


© L.A.T.A