Hack: A literary drudge
Arbiter: A person empowered to judge
Mr. Hack Arbiter, hear my story, see my craft, what do you think now?
Drumming and singing,
Accompanied with chanting and teasing.
Crafty thoughts won’t dampen my mood.
Another star must join the galaxy, so no worries, I’ll pull through,
Carefully I will display, and discretely I must profess
But from start to end, I assure you that you will be impressed.
They hug me from the front and stab me in the back.
But will you please be my filter, and mint out this stale air.
Don’t lie to my face and say you adore me, then in my absence be a muckraker.
Mr Arbiter please, I’m drumming, can you hear the desperation
Of a plea to tell the true story, not a fabrication
Because I want to get this beat right, it’s my only passion,
I’m singing my heart out to you
Won’t you join me, and my gift, please don’t overlook.
Because I’m here to give you my best not fortuitously.
So I’ll drum till the beat is heard,
I’ll sing till my heart keeps shining through this shirt
I’m not going to be anyone’s four leaf clover, I want to be a blessing.
So Hack Arbiter do me a favour and lets preach verity.