Staring into infinity, I wonder,
"Is this some mistake, a blunder?"
The stars of my mind's inside fly by,
As I spiral past, I hear a cry.
"So funny! So hilarious, you see!"
Yes, indeed, I suppose I would agree,
But my ego would tell me otherwise.
I fall, never stopping, not to my demise,
But the mistake makes me wish I had,
For the blunder is not mine to be made,
"You're aiming so low, it can't even hit!
My style is more refined, just a bit!
Utter ridiculousness, I might add!"
Yes, it was a terrible sight to be had.
Crawling up a lady's bum,
Where the @%!# did that come from?
But(t) something tugs me as I plummet,
Something very far from it...
"This pit just lasts forever, doesn't it?"
And for the love of Pete,
I can't be discreet!
Just quit your whining,
Telling me to stop rhyming!