It is hard to write, but write must I, For who I am, if not a man with pen, or by chance a plume of peacock would suit me best? This I know not But what do I know? What i am sure about? This I know not either I know not what I know not Seems funny? Aye, it does It is It shall be For who are we but parody A mockery of something Of some entity Of being Of being what?