i can’t control the muse
all of this is because i let you loose
come and drink from springs of truth
otherwise you’ll remain obtuse
as hyperbole is often true
and mythos plays by its own rules
and only you can ever know
if you are truly satisfied
with your own arguments
and if not let's get on with it
i’ve spent a fortune reading books
i’ve lost time killing crooks
come and lets get high awhile
before the end is near
and even this goes out of style
i am a child dancing in the sun
while you laugh at anyone
who thinks that they are
someone who really
truly knows something