Every day another challenge,
Every minute takes revenge,
Each hour that he spends
Checked off on his calendar until the end.

He tried to find his birth certificate,
Would not be alive without it,
Hung his only mirror in the closet,
Made his final bank deposit.

Finish something that he started,
Like this poem has him startled,
Searching for thoughts that are throttled,
And rhymes that make him bothered.

Not be scared to dance in the street with clothes on,
Write unique lyrics and carry a tune,
Cut his nails like in a salon,
Not be called a moron.