Modern day talentless bard,
master of weaving the off pitch canard,
You think you know me,
You honestly believe you have me all figured out?
You can’t judge this book,
I didn’t bother to get a cover
The pages of my life have scattered to the four winds
I took extra care, no one will find them all
what need have they to understand that which does not want to be understood?
The question lies not within “whether I could” but inside “whether I should”
freedom of speech gives you the right to appear like a fool
while you’re at it you might as well juggle knives and stand on a circus stool