I couldn't deny that I might not be confused. I hope that that sentence doesn't make you bemused. Then why do I write it? Because I do as I choose, I choose to *****, lose then cruise, I thought you knew the news That I have nothing to lose? Then who are you to accuse That I rhyme too often? There, that should soften The blows don't bruise. If only I knew How to Stop.
This was, if you forgive the phrase, poetic diarrhoea. Lovely randomness :)