I am a jealous squid wrapped in a Nori, Nori that I like so much
And I have lived among people
Of different caste, creed and continents, wildly swollen
I miss all the assortments, the friendliness of those who served
The elation that a few showed towards mystery and the fact that I never had misery
I am chosen, as I have imagined, with joy and faith I have trodden
I met a lovely lady that interested the lover in me
I let go as a matter of D
The bloated ego is a paraphernalia and it often worked as I expected
I have understood the implications of a rash adrenalin
In the name of drama I changed roles, from a suave and smooth talker
To one who can tolerate B
When my ecstasy knew no morale, my heart didn’t know it either
I didn’t give up any morale, as I never subscribed to any
As a matter of courtesy I am sharing it with you
From the assortments I took a little clue
I reached more ecstasy through Hawaiian blue
The lemon candies of which I became a slave, bought a box full and spared a few
Today in the mixing of all the thoughts without any wine or spirit juice
I write that which happens when you go out of your screw
