He began to write bad novels.
He says some think it's art.
He reads folklore spoilers
and burns books of spellcraft.

He feels sorry for not having any pipes neither has he any
will to smoke
as he holds no love for classic music,
but only for dusty clichés that choke
and make me feel dramatically pathetic.

I'm writing some bad poetry,
for some still consider it fascinating.
I commonly use a whole new glossary
that's as ancient as him celebrating.

I found out his novels speak of my songs.
It might just be the reason it's as bad as it turns.