That's not my thought
That's not my thought Well, boom, pick, swipe Punch, left, right, face Ideas that are not me Values of others Show to reflect Haunts of self whizzing Elders say this that Picking on my traipses Laughing over dim-bulbs Rushing of assignments A parade of glory Night is dreary Cave that hides The shine of plight Expectations miscalculations Hippety Bippety Bop they roll Clinking on the fragile nose Menu served Is your usual choice This time too? Glory, fame, respect Sorry, it is out of stock As always as usual Your gerbil wants to Dash and run Rolling rotating in a wheel Whiskey level dizzy Teetotaler I am Should have been a drunkard Claiming that life is ballet When it ends with bullet