I Am A Rockstar Who Is Really Cool And Sexy Crywank

[Verse I]
The game goose gaggles geese in 3's
Whilst wearing the fleece of the lone wolf sheep
Fed mostly on feasts of wild bewilderbeasts
In the shadow of ‘c’ where our moons may meet
I am slaying with desperation
For someone else to force me and of course me into what I say is
Necessity... When I would happily wait
Whilst all depreciates bar a sweltering ego
Feigning some gallant know-how of the inner workings of the cash cow
Ego еrgo sum
Until momentous pretention
Span past thе scope of self-aware joke
And into the frying pan
Now the braggadocio of one-person show
Manifest ever increasing aspect ratio
Feeling better than an aspic glory hole
Half-hiding all the sentiments in faux-poetic code
Now who's gonna save my sock with the hole
When the gelatin encases
Immature turns of phrases
And what I wish to call folk art equivalence
Is really just me speaking of my laziness
Yeah it's just me speaking of my laziness

[Chorus x2]
I won’t be pure
I know I’m contrived
I’ll make bad art
The rest of my life
I’ll take what I can
And claim it as mine
Recycled intent in a lazy design