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 th...