My nonsense seeming vigilant
My verbosity as slang
My brain. left and right
A tiddle bit too strange
Strange strange strange
My head deranged and maimed
Greetings, by the way
How are we today?
Fine, I musn't feign
Though I should share with you, I say
A slight of information
I've gathered on my way
It isn't much for bother
But I must force myself this day
To tell you that your head
Is of it's body parting ways
No worries, I don't mind
Though before you go away
Remember that people lie
And only objects lay