The Chronicles of Emptyman

By Cliff Lake

 

The Chronicles of Emptyman

 

Emptyman,

He knows he’s the hero of our times.

Emptyman,

Needs yet another shrine.

Emptyman,

Equipped with super flexible spine,

Emptyman,

Full of himself all the time.

 

Emptyman,

Lives a life full of fail.

Emptyman,

Cannot let you hear the tale.

Emptyman,

They’re hot on his trail.

Emptyman,

Just one step ahead of the jail.

 

Emptyman,

Coming in to

Ruin the day

For everyone else.

Emptyman,

Can never find

Substance enough

To find himself.

Emptyman

Grabbing up

All the everything

That never helps.

Emptyman,

Coming in to

Ruin the day

For everyone else.

 

Emptyman,

Never said what he said.

Emptyman,

Spots on the record he cannot shed.

Emptyman,

So many wrong roads has he sped.

Emptyman,

In way over his head.

 

Emptyman,

Never should have written the check.

Emptyman,

His every move we inspect.

Emptyman,

How much more can he wreck?

Emptyman,

In it up to his neck.

 

Emptyman,

Coming in to

Ruin the day

For everyone else.

Emptyman,

Can never find

Substance enough

To find himself.

Emptyman

Grabbing up

All the everything

That never helps.

Emptyman,

Coming in to

Ruin the day

For everyone else.

 

Emptyman,

Cannot learn what he cannot read.

Emptyman,

Empty cuz he cannot fill his need.

Emptyman,

Caring not how many bleed.

Emptyman,

Empty cuz he is his own only creed.

 

Emptyman,

Why must we bear your disease?

Emptyman,

All hot air and fetid grease,

Emptyman,

Will you never cease?

Emptyman,

Just leave us in peace.

 

Emptyman,

Coming in to

Ruin the day

For everyone else.

Emptyman,

Can never find

Substance enough

To find himself.

Emptyman

Grabbing up

All the everything

That never helps.

Emptyman,

Coming in to

Ruin the day

For everyone else.

 

Cliff Lake 3/6/2026

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Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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