A Question of My Perception

I squandered
As I pondered
And felt totally grim

I hollered
And I bothered
With scratching my own chin

Cause how
Could my foul
Mouth open with such sin

To say
In my way
You're ugly when you grin

Atrocious
Barbarous
Pernicious
Rancorous

A dumb savage I am

Moronic
Eccentric
Psychotic
Lethargic

Preposterous I am

Of course
You wild horse
I meant what I said

No doubt
As you pout
You feel heavy as lead

Now go
With your woe
Or my foot, you get fed

You schmo
You old crow
You're done, you're finished, dead