My sense of direction is messed up
Right is left of wrong
Instead of right
I'm a genius, right?
Wrong
I'm more
Than liquid in a glass
I overflow
The flood you kind
A bad poet
Not the drizzle on your bad day
When you see what I wrote
A complex mind
Words like puzzles
Mixed and jumbled
In brain cell bubbles
"He always stumbles"
...
...
"Your head was in the clouds again"

I go right
You go left
I heard you right!
Right just doesn't
Mean the same thing for us
And that's okay
A bad poet
Can't save the day
Much left his poem*
So less go right *

I'm still a bad poet
Villainous vibes
Lightning strikes
As I murder these rhymes
*Cue diabolical laughter*
Thunder! Thunder!
And the look is complete
I was set to keep writing
Only until I started to fall
Aslee...