i fucking hate this microphone

you've done nothing for me
i scream at you
night after night
with no response
i scream louder until
i cough blood
or vomit
now i have a new set of  problems
i swing you around and you
hit the floor
and i have no remorse
i put electric tape
around you
out of pity...( a painful band-aid)
thats the most you'll get
from me
i'll jump into a pool of people
and let them scream at
you  
there you go!!!
a new voice
after voice
after voice
after voice
after voice
and still no response
i finally give up
i drop you,
i ran out of shit to say
i go backstage into the restroom
to look at myself
im covered in
sweat,
tears, vomit,
and blood
and not just mine
i look into the mirror
and smile
i say to myself "don't worry,
there's always
tomorrow"