Well this Is a rant yes you've found a rant
Thus opens the ****** up nuances of scrambling words
I'm unsure of how many just had someone on top for a pant
But I sure hope you weren't on drugs,
Yes you've found a ****** rant
Whether or not you liked it you can take it up to the champs
They govern this ****** up world. Now Dance.

And there comes a time when the boys will stop flipping gold
As though it were dimes, pennies or quarters
When the men would step in and ****** the gold away and say
"Son, thou shalt not play with such value as though it be worthless"
Then perhaps the gold may be saved, swiftly put in the pockets of men
In exchange of some quarters, pennies and dimes to some boys.

Funny how our tears contain Aqueous Humor.
Ironic how your tears are meant to provoke a linguistic laugh
To whomever made the substance up, thank you
Because every time I cry, I'll crack up at my pathetic life
Laughter and tears will go hand in hand
Like ******* and gruyère.

I solved the puzzle. We're all the same ! See?