'Too Many Poets'

Key to authors' pseudonyms

If you could stand inside my shoes
You'd too be tired of the abuse
Pockets stuffed with stained tissues
Just barely clinging to the caboose.
Ah, what's the use?
Man, I got some issues

Your tongue is on the loose
You say "Let's call a truce"
My reply? "No way! I refuse!"
So what's your excuse,
As I stand here accused?
Man, I got some issues

Got four aces and a deuce
Won't you take me on a sea cruise
I ain't got nothin' to lose
Now someone's turned on the news
I garnered more horrible reviews
Man, I got some issues

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