Banker's Lamp

(I don't want to assume anything about Anyone, if that's all right with you...) Life is a sick, sadistic, twisted mistress with fifty shades of lipstick And a dipstick with quick wits and dishpit shifts in't fit to risk it I'm a brisket out in the sun like a misfit Is it me or is it getting sunburnt Out in here cuz I just gotta wonder My blunders are frequent, delinquently I attempt to speak more poignantly Than the average boy with a GPA With some higher numbers Stumblers wobble but the bobbleheads Are the ones that make it when they're old and dead I'm afraid I present a conundrum Doldrums keep me from uninterrupted Slumber so I lumber gracefully Tastefully arranging in a sequence Words that I know and I tap on random Objects around the space that I'm in It's an interesting individual characteristic I think, but I could be wrong