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Self promotion makes me want to puke.
It's necessary if you want to play,
cause even venues have to get their pay,
and I don't want to say, 'my shit's a fluke.'
But I don't want to say, 'I'm freaking great!'
a narcissistic prick, 'hey look at me!'
cause then how could I make you want to see?
'Of course I'll play for free, just pick a date!'

I'll change my name and alter my attire.
I'll even change my whole musical style.
Then each of me can take over a while,
but who's behind the smile, am I a liar?
I'll circumvent the self promotion shame,
but schizophrenic, sick, it's all the same...








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Self promotion makes me want to puke.
A necessary notion but disgrace
in case egos shun sharing, saving face
emaciates emotions each rebuke.
A fluke of creativity entails
that sales of quality's just blowing smoke.
Provoking folks won't remedy what's broke.
The joke is insecurity prevails.
I'll spell in cursive if you think it's lame,
anointing all my lines with genius' stamp,
and trample foes who want to hog the lamp,
then cramp their style in a shameless frame.
Proclaim: "you came to play the game of fame
and tame the flame that shames all names the same!"