I can't play this charade any longer
It's the cherub sitting on my shoulder
That's been feeding me the rhymes
This whole time

Whispering line by line in my ear
All the poems you see written here
I know now you must think of me less
Who would have ever guessed

It's been going on for quite awhile
From the beginning to the present now
There's never been an original idea
That's come from this thickened head

It's been the cherubs rhymes and poems
In which you have grown so fond
I just needed to get this off my chest
To this charade I now confess