May Autumn lie
Fading summer high
Ridding myself of heat and pain?
Filling myself with nameless gain?
I feel sorrow my lost love
But feel good because of a new spark
I go on like a homeless man rambling
Or your father who believes in conspiracies, who's addicted to gambling
I have no rhyme scheme, for I'm not seen
Nor heard, no words, can explain my feelings
I feel this way on a regular basis
I feel this way about a regular basis
I am self aware so I claim to be
But indubitably, no one's as clueless as me

I'm as aware as a fly to the swatter
I'm as aware as a dog to the kennel
I rhyme when I please, 'tis the way I shall be
I speak as if I were Shakespeare, you see?
Because the only proper English, is the one I speak
When really I'm just as average as you all.
Just another corpse, waiting for the Devil to call