my words in perfect pews

So they like my artwork?
They like my poetry?
My shit that they misuse
so fucking carelessly.

So they like my poetry,
my words in perfect pews?
Well I got some news,
(incase you need a fuckin' clue).
Here's a handful of stanzas,
to yet again abuse and diffuse.

Take it to your mother, your brother,
your sister and her friend.
Never thought I could feel like this again.

Try me.