It's not exactly fame One is after,
It's earning that capital letter: Oh recognition,
Your heartstrings are the harp of my hearth,
According to the fire unconsciously burning
In the youthful parts of my underskin neurology
I want to be that pillar that the letter indicates;
III: Roman numerals that might hold up the self
That socially Frankensteins: it's alive and it will
Take its fears out on any who come with pitchforks
I promise on all three of the holiest spirits:
Whiskey, colons, and achievement
Validation is the notation that grades come in,
Letter by latter, cause after effect, the group
Knowing that obsessions drove a thousand
Ships, but more than Troy and Helen,
It's the two seconds of acknowledgement
From every networked human
That touches screens for rage and passion
Roman Ryan 