Now I shall write a poem that rhymes
one that chimes with our times
A lyrical jest. A tongue twister at best

You could read what I write and you might think
Oh My Gosh this will drive me to drink

but having written for days to find the edge
I stumble upon a literal ledge
where words have no cander and a clown met a panda

Ok. Fine. Not what you expected
but Grammars out the window
and your authors not really invested.

It's over,
I'm ready,
My head is getting heavy,
Release me, I'll sleep
My last lights are fading
And.
With cander,
I'm looking back in anger
I'll take the first exist while the world's getting blander