GOD told me I’m broken I have a disease which spoils everything I touch With that comes all my creativity juices gushing forth into disaster Like an artist I can build beautiful manuscripts but with the slash of a pen burn it down in an aching rot Fortunately I can steer it into comedy and have a fruitful career I only dread the comedians suicide Masking your pit with laughs Until I’m all dried up and mummified ******* for correcting me