I see you decided to Pick
This dumb poetic Flick
So let me tell you about this *****
Who doesn't happen to be pickle Rick
He can't even Kick
Anymore since he is Sick
He is as dense as a Brick
Watch for his Stick
He possesses many a Trick
And the metallic Lick
Used to be his happy Tic
Many have called him a ****
That's how it goes for a man named nick
...But hey at least my name rhymes with Legolas

I have overworked my soul
It has taken its toll
I fear I will never rest
Because I never achieved my best
Because there was no chance
Before the white dance

Why does everything ache?
All I feel is searing pain
It's driving me insane
Keeping me awake
In this world that is tougher
Within this dark
I curse this mark
That makes me suffer

What if I told you
I was going to **** myself?
Would you think it true
Or leave it on the shelf?
You always say you care
But what did you mean?
You are never there
When I start to lean
To begin my collapse
Without your stabilizing kindess
While she saps
Away my happiness

Our own care is always there
We flare up out of the chair
To stand even if we don't understand
Our tree will grow free
We never flee in order to see
A new day within this fray