My destiny

I'm looking for your diamond eyesAmong the crowd of faceless judges.Tell me the words I need right nowDon't just turn them into sludge.

I'm looking for your brilliant smileAmong the callous and soulless hearts.I don't know why you want to cryWhen we're wearing the same t-shirts.

I used to believe in a magic fateAnd was a fan of your cunning arts,But you accidentally flew up into the cloudsLike you were playing fucking darts.

Since then, I've been living like a superstar,My poems are now at the top of the charts.I pray for you and thank God,My interview is in "The New York Times".