My Neurons are Hyper Threaded
Home town occasionally fetid
But I guess that matches my life
Like a match matches a light
I'm habitually inhabitual
In this odd time of ritual
Autodidact to the nth degree
So I can be whatever I'll be
Thoughts compressed and encrypted
I sort of believe in cryptids
My skits are always unscripted
Not shot but never afflicted
Even if I stick the landing
I can't expect understanding
This is my disposition
Got it stuck in a superposition
Getting sick of repeats
Some only go with speech
Their pen to paper don't reach
A bit bold to break the mold
Can't recall what's never told
Try not to think of me as cold
Though I always take it chill
That's cause I do what I will
And reserved don't mean mute
Whatever, Mir geht's gut
I often wear this baggy suit
And Imma raid my wreck for loot
Even if I stick the landing
I can't expect understanding
This is my disposition
Got it stuck in a superposition
My brain a multi chimera
So go grab an xray camera
Cause I chronically over sleep
It makes me feel like a neet
What's with all these docs
Make me want to pick up rocks
I don't want to get sardonic
But I'm sick of placebic tonic
Apologies, I'm uneuphonic
I got a solitas surplus
So go ahead and take some
You best not think I'm done