My Giant Foot (A Portrait of the Artist as a Loser)

So, I wake up one morning
And what do I find?
A giant right foot,
that’s always been mine.
How odd I say, to myself!
But finally, my own voice
To share with everybody else.

And the crowds gather,
as I let them know.
They stand in admiration
as the words they flow.

(Oh what fun!)

The circus??
Well, it continues,
I’m on the bloody TV and
there are even some reviews.
They have the nicest things to say,
Suddenly my smile is making
everyone’s day.

(I’m an awesome dude!)

And then one morning,
they finally decide
it’s time
to have one serious look
at my giant foot.

Collectively they sigh,
(SIGH!)
That's really not SO big!!
HAHA.
He’s only got it too close to
his bloody nose.

(A giant nose, albeit!)

And then they leave.

Now, I wake up every morning
with ordinary feet..

Sometimes, I look into myself
and God knows, it’s true,
my head is choked with stuff
that’s pretty deep.

But I get what’s best for me,
And so I go right back
to my bloody sleep.