I know the seekers are out there with something to prove,
watching closely and taking notes while intently listening,
waiting for my very next and hoping for the last move,
with their bloody fangs dripping and beady eyes glistening,
Most of the seekers are wrapped up with the world outside,
everything around them is veiled in a shield of deception,
what most people are willing to betray for is a nice fancy ride,
the blood lines run thin you’re only worth your valuation.
People think they are tough and hard core but they’re really not,
they think because they are ultractive they don’t need appreciation,
it’s the neurons between your heart and head that make you hot,
neglect is abuse and so is the wrong type of phoney attention.
dead beat poet 