Centaur of my life

Playing with words it getting to be easy
Most the girls I’ve met lately are sleazy

Hiding in rhyme is my mind
Forever to everyone it is truly unkind.

Slowly my pace is comming back
Yeah, some of them need to be cut a little slack

But I’m not one to do it
They need to show me or prove it

Idiocy in my language is persisting
Most people will never know what they are missing

Agony in my heart that did swell
Has subsided, now ring that dinner bell

Because lunch is served and it’s me
Everything has eaten away my insanity.

Looking for an answer searching everywhere
Terry has once again covered himself in nair.

Just remember the trust I once had in humanity
Maybe you can remind me and it’ll keep my civility.