Bluff

I’m wondering what I should say to you Because my compass has turned I’ve warned you, thrown it right in front in truth But I don’t think that you’ve taken the time to provingly learn I’ve been reset, landed in Joker’s smiling teeth Cats, hens, and other things Grown restless and tired of thinking about myself and what that means So I’ll starve, grow old, and die in a weirdly open waste cave You’ll bluff Then say you’re sorry Because sure enough Dreary I’ve changed Men range Climbed out of my cage Expecting damp rage Isn’t it strange When the mean ones entertain you When they want you Won’t you complain