On the stage as a self-indulgent artist, please don't take offense if I deign to ignore
The diatribe you've so carefully rendered and sealed with the ring that I gingerly kissed
To show you that I was in my sincerest phase of critical submission and the rest
Is merely a bonus as you look at my life and cut it apart with your sarcasmic knife
By composting the homogenized feelings of societies generalized leanings
It's then elementary to cross-section and isolate emotion through introspection
But a critic says to not accept this weight comes from a loner's fear to assimilate
An unwillingness to accept the world view, letting other influences through to you
I'd sing a bad version of Freebird for it seems your interest in me is waning
Except I never took the time to learn it and truth be told I've never even heard it
So here's what it takes to please the critic, the ass, the butcher, the badger, the critic
Year after year of assimilating taste, churn it, digest it, and spit it in their face
So thanks to all the critical people, for making our lives so poignantly miserable
So thanks to all the critical people, for making our lives so poignantly miserable