I'd like to go away with the flow

Let my river of decisions wash away with me

To write a limerick, at night I set the candlestick

Alight to burn my candle at both ends into the sea

I surround myself

I back me into a corner

I am everyone

You may call me nobody

I am a quiet church mouse sitting in my glass house

Mathematically designed in my logistic cabin land

I took the stones up from below tried to hit the neighbors window

But the stones held up the glass I sink to my domain of sand

I am surrounded

By the sounds of a battle

Modern minstrеls

Bards without a story

Eschew obfuscation, burn your dramatic creation

Therе's no reason for this so don't throw a very fit

You fly in anger to rent, your falcon of hate is sent

I say whatever you permit, you're there because you're full of it

Instant gratification

A sack full of fun

A cartoonish blow to the skull

And out the door we run