Grandson

I wonder if the Dalai Lama will ever read my book,

If he does, I would say,

I saw you coming,

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

And I prepared a place for you,

And he would say, poet,

Don’t claim to be something greater,

Than you already are,

And I would say, the same to you,

His Holiness, I wonder,

What work,

The devil has for you.

Nickel

What do I have to offer, I don’t know,

I'm just a sad, pathetic man, who doesn’t know how to feel down,

I haven’t reached rock bottom,

So I'm willing to fall further,

Till there’s a fire under my ass,

I'm getting poorer and poorer by the day,

So tell me, who’s willing to settle for that?