Crazy was , what crazy did

The stupid inside me is dying, DYING, and I’m sad to see it go,

Does this mean that by the end of the day, I’ll be wiser than Deuce Bigalow.

When I look back, it’s been a long time coming, I've felt it for some time now,

My jaw hurts daily, with teeth so wise, I’ve been acting all grown up somehow.

But this must stop, it must it must, I’m no sage or messiah,

Last time i checked i dreaded that fact, that my grades were getting higher.

These stupid graphs, excel plots and reports of corporate fertility,

I need to think of ways but how, I must, I have to exit this mature lunacy.

I've got it , I've got it , no I haven’t, haven’t a slightest clue,

I'm getting smarter, wiser perhaps, and there is nothing I can do.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, I might have jumped the gun, I think I definitely have,

Just last week I sniffed some glue, I’m sure my IQ has halved.

But then again, I woke the next day and saved this spectacled guy a million bucks,

Perhaps today, when I take a shower, I’ll take with me, my favourite yellow duck.

Remember the time I said I was ill and tried to fake malaria,

That was stupid was it not, or was it just corporate dysphoria.

Well all is lost, I am but a shell, a corpse of a once hormonal teen,

Tomorrow I’ll go and act in the show, knowing I will always be 'a has been'.

Then the next day I will go and I will pray, in the altar of hedonism,

Knowing fully well, that my mind is still, sane as a multi faceted prism.

I’m hoping someday, it'll find its way, back into my cranium,

Till then I say, to you all good day, this rhyme has been eating into my mental per diem.

Sigmond ... needs to read the SUN