S-s-s-s-sorry but
I’m already a tiny bit
Unscrupulous and crazy
If you wonder why I’m maybe
Just a step or two from sanity
It’s tragedy and vanity
A parody of living
In a caveat humanity
I could have been an actor
In a comedy of errors
But my flaws were too apparent
And too flaw-like to be errant
So I turned into a painter
With a penchant for the distant
Looking for a stroke of brilliance
But my lines are incoherent
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