Goodbye everyone!
I have none!
Treachery forever tried to have me undone
I never do arrive, but yet I come
There is a hidden record in the stars and sun
of who are all that is scum
I recall all the tales from the most ancient times
And I remember all my many lines
It has always been difficult; never fine
But I have always been witness to the unseen sign
I, relentlessly, held aloft the flag
And never groped for the money bag
I made the choice, and I rejoice
there’s immense pride in the enormous pain in my voice
I am simply not like other boys
God knows, I didn’t ask for the toys
You all can think how foolish is me!!
But I can tell you: You are all barking up the wrong tree!