Curtains Down

Let's pause and wake the fuck up. Laughing at your satire, yet I walked away with the Oscar. You tried to backstab me, dragging me into your world of people, places, and things. 77 A poet's fever burns faint— like the remains of strong, memorable holds. It attacks the spirit, witchcrafting isolation out of social mingling. 78 See with me now— Rare is my new favorite character. To be different, to be talked about, to be hated. I savor it. Ever heard of reverse psychology? Her Majesty once said: "Look what you made me do." Yeah, that's right. That's my table. 79