let it sit

You‘ve written once

But didn‘t like it

How ashamed to even try

There are many children burning

The jokes you wrote are not funny

And every day records are beaten

Hotter, faster, emptier, too

You should never give up

Unless you have to

It‘s selfish to not care about a painting

If it‘s your fault you can just pretend it isn‘t

Just confess, project, deny or let it sit

They don‘t give out special prizes

For your casket

And the folks at work

Will likely not attend

Promotion is over

Now is the time

To die 

in style

For good