Expressions of a poor man

Why can't i talk?

Living in a sea of despair,

Somebody taking the light,

Can truly make you broken and bare.

And make you give up the fight,

Even though you want a chance,

Your the only person in this plight,

And left discarded, as are dirty pants,

Your own family turns their back,

And it pierces like a lance,

And all that speech which you lack,

And every time you fail,

Will add to that metaphorical pack,

And that metaphorical pail,

Which makes it even more to carry,

And follows you like a tail,

Run along, now, do not tarry,

For you do not have much time

And after a while, it gets quite hairy,

Hey, this is actually an Italian rhyme scheme called Terza Rima, created by the greatest poet to have ever lived (if you said Shakespeare, i will stab you in the jaw. It'll be easy to find me. Just look for the dude stabbing jaws. There isn't too many of us out there. Come up, say hello, and that you think shakespeare is better than him, and i will stab you in the jaw) Durante 'Dante' Alighieri. See? his last name is even on autocorrect. I spelled it wrong. But, anyway... uh... party... uh... deuce.

-Prosciutto