You want your life to be iconic

so you live it supersonic

I won't say that that's moronic

But it does look quite ironic

Like a marriage that's platonic

Are you really who you seem?.

 

You'r thirst for praise is insatiable

But inside your guilt's unfaceable.

Though the shame seems quite untraceable

Still you hope all that's replacable.

By hunting dragons you find chaseable

While young girls cheer and scream

 

 Your causes don't make you justified

 protests don't make you  sanctified

.Even when your yells are amplified

By the throngs all standing by your side

So I've got something to confide:

You're not made worthy by your dream.

 

You think that you're superior

And all others are inferior

You flaunt your chrome exterior

Stifling an interior

That's shockkingly getting drearier

The more it goes unseen.

 

So when your folk songs cease to rhyme

They've dispersed the final picket line

Burned up the last protest sign

And your final cause is left behind

If you take a look deep inside

You might be nowhere to be seen