This Man is a Misguided Idiot
No, it ain't about me or thee. Sheesh.This poem isn't forthcoming,Which leaves me bumming,Feeling like my head is scumming.I have a filthy head,though if I didn't, I'd be dead,My head is also red.Wait, that's blood,it's starting to flood,aw, I died, I'm a puddle of mud.From the dead,I spin this thread,While you lot scratch your head.What is this man on,Has he been smoking a bong?No, I'm like this, I'm an alien from Zong.You lot don't understand me,Just be cle...