The Starting End

And what is your alternate persona,
Dear stranger?
Closet junkie,
Losing gambler,
Crooked stock Trader?

Big talker, big talker
Just how great you are
How you’ve mastered your life
How all’s up to par

Portraying perfection all day through,
Not showing signs
Of what’s really you

Closet shoved closed
With Armani clothes,
Draping over
Those skeletal bones

Big talker, big talker
Just how rich you are
How you’ve mastered your life
How you’ve come so damn far

Pretend you have friends
And think that it’s true
Till Saturday comes,
You’ve got nothing to do

Alternate persona is that who you are?
Alone,
By yourself,
At the end of a bar?

Waiting for someone
To sit down beside,
Once again spew your greatness
In stories and lies