Deep Fake Diatribe

There’s a face I have started dreaming about
and it stays with me
while my day’s playing out
You are blessed
You’re an artist you’re blessed
You’re brave
you’re brave
You’re brave
You’re an artist
You’re blessed
An artist
You’re blessed
You’re brave
You’re brave
You’re brave

I can’t read
Diatribes
That I’ve
written out

I can’t read
Diatribes
That I’ve
written out

I can’t read
Diatribes
That I’ve
written out

I can’t read
Diatribes
That I’ve
written out

Times where every word’s something
You can afford
We think you deserve
A lifetime achievement award

Was it arousing
Stood where you were
Watching your own deep fake
Nails in the ground
And face in the dirt
Something you still can’t shake
And don’t say you’re ‘LOLing’
That’s not a verb
That’s not a sound you’d make

You are blessed
You’re an artist you’re blessed
You’re brave
You’re brave
You’re brave
You’re an artist
You’re blessed
An artist
You’re blessed
You’re brave
you’re brave
You’re brave

I can’t read
Diatribes
That I’ve
written out

I can’t read
Diatribes
That I’ve
written out

I can’t read
Diatribes
That I’ve
written out

Was it arousing
Stood where you were
Watching your own deep fake
Nails in the ground
And face in the dirt
Something you still can’t shake
And don’t say you’re ‘LOLing’
That’s not a verb
That’s not a sound you’d make
And don’t say you’re ‘LOLed’
That’s not a verb
That’s not a sound you’d make