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Built By Society


I've never been one for parties or good conversation.

I'm not one for material fascination.

Don't care for diamonds or shiny hair.

I don't like to wave my hands in the air.

My mom was the internet, my dad was a TV.

They made me, I was built by society.

I was forged in the fire of someone else's art.

When I see the cameras I play my part.

I'm a slave to art.

I put my all in, it tears me apart.

I'm lost in my own fantasy, love, music, comedy.

Forget this tragedy called reality.

My mom was the internet, my dad was a TV.

They made me, I was built by society.

I was forged in the fire of someone else's art.

When I see the cameras I play my part.

I'm on the outside of the big movie,

singing my own melody.

Society is still working on me.

My mom was the internet, my dad was a TV.

They made me, I was built by society.

I was forged in the fire of someone else's art.

When I see the cameras I play my part. 

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Frankie B.

My name is Joseph Benitez, I often use the name Frankie Benitez as a writing alias. I love to write about the world around me and how the world and the people and experiences in it have shaped me as a writer and an artist. I am a singer/songwriter so many of my poems are written in a verse/chorus/verse type of format.

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