Light morning drizzle,
Wet Wednesday wizzle,
Big breakfast sizzle,
Huge grin, big smile, on the hizzle.

If when the thistle wet drip on my log
If when I throw the stone down to flip on my pog
If do the wet log, sog, gets to the gog
Then the bog twist suckle nutted left on the bar

If a man is prized by the dead wind buttel
If it is a sprig of wheat tugging on the chug narg
Then flark my tizzle, wet the bed
Put the thick log on my head
I am not a sped
I just dread the nut
Put it on my fat leg
Put it on my fat one
Oh yes
Oh yes
Now drip the salt, salt my boney

I'm putting you on blast, this last act won't go by in a flash,
these words will burn long til your reputation is ash.
So let me explain in simple yet elegant vain phrases
you're an enigma of emotions an endless labyrinth of mazes.
That was no compliment just an observation
Good thing I noticed for it gave me my salvation.
This great escape from what you claim is reality
This misconstrued fantasy nearly killed me.
Can't you see that what you want to be isn't there
Life unfair, but that doesn't make you anymore rare.
You called me clingy, yet you clung to missing and loving someone you barely knew
Truth is that you're as stable as string in a breeze, losing your form when the wind blew.
Now before you retort with "you know who you are" I know who I am
Do you know your reflection? the changing faces when your hope gets slammed.
These aren't the actions of a desperate man, for I'm calm and chilled
I'm merely warning the masses that you're around, an empty shell that can't be filled.
So a word to the wise, keep you eyes open and heads high
Be quick and be sly, the limits the sky, but the ground will be home if you tizzle with shy.