I never thought they’d get me out of a retirement,
but I feel a retired man.
Words You or I bother me.
Methinks it’s as a result of our union;
Now I’ve no ace up my sleeve.
I even doubt if I’m wearing any sleeve.
I can’t keep repeating this,
It sounds like the one we used to do—
way back when we were young.
When it was cool to copy you.
Pass me a copy to copy you,
Because for now I embrace me.
Yes, who else could do this?
Even the mad forget to do this.
They say I’m up for praise,
I do this for accolades,
You know what, I rather do this for chocolate.
It tastes sweet and improves your metabolism.
And this isn’t for the sake of catcheism.
My retirees know there isn’t monotheism,
That’s why I get them all wrapped up in a human voice.