The Ballad of Fett

[Mr. G]

My posting skills, there's just no hope
You all think, I'm just a dope
The more I try, I just can't cope
Gonna hang myself, with a rusted rope

My house needs cleaning, ain't got no soap
Would rather bitch, then cry and mope
But I'm just me, I'm not the Pope
Gonna hang myself, with a rusted rope

With one bad eye, it's hard to grope
I think I need, a periscope
I feel I'm sliding, on a slippery slope
Gonna hang myself, with a rusted rope

Got lunch a cooking, it's good I hope
Never had an antelope
But it was free, it tastes like SCOPE
Gonna hang myself, with a rusted rope

And so I leave you, there's just no hope
I cannot change, I cannot cope
My time has come, I must elope
If I could find, my rusted rope