The Parasitic Hitchhiker

The whiner without hands is dealing Struggling to make things thought appealing At least try to ditch the genuine feeling That mars your art in grey Erasing some anonymous name Clutching at straws while seeking fame A hypocrite playing an age old game With a weak suicidal display Through the blue of today, sleep deprived A tick in the feathers about to swan dive Judging while seeking to be recognized Hitching your way to the top You’ll know you’ve won by beating the best Creatively lacking the force to express Biting your tongue must lead to unrest Your efforts reflect belly flops A childish intrution, as I’ll never be Spreading algae on a rotting tree A cry for help while hoping they’ll see The error of your ways Opened the can, but failed to impress Portraying a cause now robbed of zest Reaction is better than nothing, I guess If you’re lost in a cryptic maze