Joe paces like a predator,
Thoughts fear his savage analysis,
His Mind torments its confined body.
Joe singes all affection,
No Devotion ever good enough,
Except his self-endorsing ego’s.
Joe wins by playing with no one.
Joe dances only when the person watching is as piss drunk as he is.
Joe never calls home because it bores him.
Joe demands Morality by driving away Love.
Joe demands Clarity by scaring away Doubt.
Joe demands Reality by scandalizing Hope.
One day Joe will die,
And in those last minutes,
He will certainly not ask himself,
“Have I been a total shit?”