Finished
A
Fifth
Edit
Of
My
Latest
Song,
Searching
Out
What
I’ve
Done
Wrong.
It’s
Difficult
To
See
Anew
Everything
I do,
Since,
Gee,
It
Was
Written
By
Me.
I conjure,
Compose,
Read,
Then
Change
And
Rearrange.
A
Little
Strange,
I must
Say,
But
It’s
The
Only
Way
To
Stitch
A
Hitch
In
My
Gait,
A
Sort
Of
Bait
And
Switch,
I know,
For
My
Persistent
Ego.