Howling Towards Infamy

[Guest Rustic Monk]

Howling Towards Infamy

Gabriel Duncan

Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it to try

Or if I made the right choice

Wading out

In to the high tide

But then again I wonder why it had to die

The spark the flame

The will to coincide

See, I was just like you

Fresh faced and prepared to do

Whatever it was to reach grand cru

I sat in my cask,

Waiting for the day I’d see the light

Letting myself mature

And getting ready for the flight

I would have stepped on the poorest

Sat with the richest

And fed the extortionists

To reach a modest fortune

But I found that my ground

Reaches farther

And rings the truest

Of any bourgeois sound

It’s not the width around

But the depth of the red

I had two paths

I picked faintest tread

So I may end up famous

Or I may end up dead

I may make it to Vegas

Italy, or a humble b&b instead

But I’ll remember my days inside

And the money I paid

To push it aside

And go my own way

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[Guest Rustic Monk]

edit: changed:

I would have stepped on the poorest

Fed the extortionists

And sat with the richest

To reach a modest fortune

to:

I would have stepped on the poorest

Sat with the richest

And fed the extortionists

To reach a modest fortune

because:

it made more sense, and sounded better