I would hippity hem-haw and yippee tie yea
If I had but in inkling of what is in store.
With my ass in a sling that’s attached to nowhere
I’m a fumbling freak phantom no one can compare.
I’m a goofball – a catcher’s mitt right to the core.
Yet, I’m not in a ballgame. I can’t even play.

Serendipitous circumstance falls upon me
In a way that seems clumsy – like part of an act.
But no one can screw up quite as well as I can.
I am male and I’m hetero. Am I a man?
I can’t take people’s judgements as matter of fact.
I am here to seek balance. Thank God I can see!

A Fantabulous Fumbling through life like a breeze
Through a house of cards ready and willing to be
Cast in disarray, yielding to requited bliss,
I’m a laughable life. There is naught to remiss.
So, perhaps I was born to get others to see
Maybe nothing. In such case, I’ve naught to appease.