Do I ride that wave
Am I prism cut
Some bend of puce grey
A splintered chanterelle ray
I dunno Bobbio
All those online tests sure sayso
But I have yet to be
Neuromanced and diagnosed
So who can really sayso
You I suppose
Tell me
Is the ghost of your
Daddio all arodeo
In his brothers grave
At the thought of you
Is he rather glad
To be dead instead
Under that eternal flame
I got a degree
I got a PhD
I got a job
(for now)
I pay my taxes
All the papers sayso
Anyhow
Is this a poem
How the **** would I know