look, if there was/ one spot/ to post all your poetry/
To write everything you ever wanted/ you'd own it
would you attach to it? or would you just skip a click?

his fingers ready/ word freak/ vocab heavy
he wants to write better already/ hey, i bet he
deserves this/ and online, the word is/ his flow is steady//
he logs on/ but he starts regretting/
cant find a noun/ the new guy is lost and found/
he starts tappin keys/ but the verbs dont come round/
he joking how/ everyone thinks he's smokin now/
the thoughts run out/ he posted it? holy cow!

'Here come attacks on me', oh there's self pity
oh, here comes a comment/ he's stoked/
so scared and glad already- whoa!
so, he goes to grab it/ his has fantastic hopes/
they dont matter/ in the general scope
he knows that but still gropes
for a backup and grows
when he knows/ no attack on him/ that's when it's/
back with a pen again, now
he's gonna write more gritty
but he better go read someone else take a chance on them//

he's gonna lose himself on pathetic/ he just dont know it
but he wont blow it/ damn near impossible/
you get to write alot/ about what you know/
this opportunity comes every single day y'know?//
he'll wanna browse like hell on pathetic/ needs to know it
gavin owns it/ he's never gonna let it go/
many folks will be name-dropped/ just so you know/
this song isnt even close to over, yo!//

his poems are rating, top ten hero in the making
the lists were made for taking- and he's the king!
as he moves towards a/ new lack of boredemn
his normal writin's scorin, no superstar yet but he's growin
he's goin farther, he's growin faster
he knows what all he knows is nothin
so he goes the most he knows/ he reads someone with alotta
rollin poems, sean creef's library grows
he's grown harder to know, there's no stopper
so the new guy roams and barely knows richard trotter
but hold the phone, cuz he sure knows thom boettner
he goes where he dont dare go, the last old prophet
he's moved on to que and and next god only knows
eyes grow wide and behold what you'd wanna
go read, soap opera and loads and loads
of untold angst unfold harder, and the reads go on
for hours and hours, la la
he's gonna lose himself on pathetic/ already knows it
he grows with every poem he reads, ya know?
he's already read alot/ gotten a chance to know
the authors you and me come once a day to read, yo
he's gonna choose his poems on pathetic/ he knows this
is goin great/ he's never gonna let it go
he knows me- maybe not/ hell take a glance, and grow
as a writer, have fun and the write more lines, yo//

07/21/2003

Author's Note: the beginnings to a parody of eminem's 'lose yourself', pathetic style. this may take me a while to write, so keep checking back. progress: 7/21/03,3:45P.M. cst: first verse, chorus complete. 7/22/03,12:30P.M. cst: Second verse and second chorus written. :: original lyrics can be found here.

Posted on 07/21/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams