Slim regrets and
Fatal forget-me-nots
I like to write what
Sounds thought provoking
However, much like
the wizard of Oz,
My secret is my lack of power
Behind the veil you find
A man
No different from any other
In fact, my life is no tragedy:
I still have a father and mother.

So what am I, really?
A sham, a fake, a crock?
Fact is I am a man
Who can find a word
That rhymes with sock.