They know me as Nobody
Words only spoken in poetry
Always was opposed to the notary
Low and behold it’s thee
Overly growing seed
With a flow sweet as Ovaltine
Whatever I wrote you read
Boasting the quotes I speak
It’s hopelessly old you need
To cope with the whoah is me
Hoping she’d notice he
Loathes even posts and tweets
I suppose it’s the loading speed
A nose full of potpourri
But a toast to the coat that bleeds
A boat in the ocean leaves
And floats in the open seas
Like smoke in the blowing breeze
Words only spoken in poetry
They know me as Nobody