Worth a Damn

There’s nothing worth selling
Inside my head.
But I lie and tell everyone
That there’s a masterpiece
Waiting to crawl out.

There’s nothing worth selling
Inside my head.
So I’ll drink,
And hope
Something worth selling happens.
A lost cause
Is a lost cause
No matter who finds it.

That little creeping masterpiece
I say is crawling around
Inside my head
Trying to get out
Is drunk, high, and stupid;
Bumping into walls,
Knocking over end tables,
Putting out windows

And picking fights.
The only thing worth selling
Inside my head
Comes in a big glass bottle
I bought from someone
Who had something
Worth selling.
But that ain’t mine to sell now,
Is it?
People say
“A lie can only last so long.”
Well mine’s still sleeping in alleyways
Cradling brown paper bags,
Pissing in public,
And blurting obscenities
In front of women and children.
No
End
In
sight
There’s nothing worth selling
Inside my head