"Typical"
Matted up in your excursion
Distracted towards the diversion
Unbelieved by the Persians
Not deceived, that’s for certain
Put this pillow across my face
And call me typical
Take me to a deserted place
Where I’ll be miserable
And beg you to act with grace
Proceeding to exclaim I’m pitiful
So please pour the pity on this disgrace
And I’ll dance with a trace of the whimsical
That’s an awful nice gesture
But I’d never be a sketcher
For those that’d lay me on a stretcher
Attend to those that conjecture
Though, my words count to none
My breaths outlast the prediction
Expecting me to forfeit a question
“How did I get here” could be one
But I’m dying, sighing a breath of relief
I’d keep on breathing if it meant something
To those who wait in the shadows for your time
No time could, no time would be better than now
Overlooking the cause and corruption of the crime
Self-involved, muttering ‘fin’ to take the last bow
