• I am the last 12 letters of the alphabet
    I am the puzzle piece that will not fit
    I am the hand you're dealt when you're in the pit
    I am the old and the young self-righteous p***k
    I'm the grinning, spitting, fat fitting king
    I am the telephone that will not ring
    When you're messaging from around the world
    And older man who's a pretty girl
    I'm the shitty shoes that you couldn't afford
    I'm the phone call that sends you on one last tour
    I am the check you get from your forgotten father
    I am the letter you got from your missing mother
    I am the sea that drowned your first born son
    I am the thoughts of many, the face of one
    I am the man that tore apart your home
    With half-off sales on methadone
    I am the pole your sister dances
    I am the gift of second chances
    I am the drug-permitting trances
    Of the homeless and the rancid
    I am the plague of wasted energy
    And the man that brought you synergy
    I'm the face that launched a thousand wars
    And the faulty hinges on your doors
    I am the bottom of the ocean
    The furthest reaching star
    The core of every notion
    That you never carried far
    I AM the face you dread
    I am the pillow on your bed
    I am the comrade you thought you had
    Who's leaving you for dead
    I am the stanzas in the poem
    You had no time to write
    I am the battle that you're losing
    But who said you had to fight?
    I am insincere
    And never there
    When you need me most
    But always there with party flare
    For your undeserving toast
    But the point of which I want to prove
    Is never all that simple
    So live in peace and apathy
    Until you're old and wrinkled