reMission Statement

He writes songs of mockery:
Burning with desire
Drowning in irony
Baring his soul
yada yada blah blah

He tries in vain
to tap into his
emotional vein,
but finds dust
and spiders in
place of the fluids
he thought sustaining
his righteous gimmick

He fancies himself
integrity's vigilante,
weeding and smoking
out the phonies and fakes

But what's to come
of the hero with no
ideas of his own,
when he stands
face-to-face with
the man who taught
him everything
he knows?