only I in this mirror

For do on I want to write a song
that will reign for some time to come
in all the petty bickering
taking place at my toes.

But it would be too easy
cause the life we live is cheesy
and these rhymes
ain't worth a dime...

foes & fees & fines & fumbled balls
occupying the mind of all sapiens woes
a pile of wisdom in papyrus
here we go on & on & these rhymes abstract us.

The shallow puddle has muddied my shoes
and there ain't no water gettin' any cleaner
no no clearer in the ways of sunshine shining
properly at right angles.

Sow the furnace the fire
fluid abstract super heated particles some say
little green men with rabbit ears
but only I in this mirror.