I'm a little goofy,
I'm wacky like laffy taffy,
I've been bent, pulled and stretched,
To the point I'm over stressed,
My brains been turned to mush,
No really don't mind the mess,
It's just my guts spilled out on the floor,
Because I've been spilling them for--
For what?
That's a good question because while I've been busy losing it,
I should have been introducing this,
The novel perspective of a supported reality,
Where I drop everything I know,
Because I've already lost everything I own,
But I'm 2 cents short of common sense,
And 2 words short of running out of breath,
See I've lost it,
Or maybe I just never had it.