Don'T Love This Peasant Cretin

I am a Cretin of just a Peasant Sight Worthless to the Lovers who Kiss under the Moon each Night The Sights and Sounds of my voice are plainly Dull So please do not breathe in this dying Martin's last Breath Suicidal?NO OH NO!! Just a little bit tired of my own mistakes and neuroses The countless Jibes and unfriendly vides I receive from those who surround Me It means that no Mistletoe can accept the Kisses or friendly greeting by a kiss on the Chin Let's just say this: DO NOT LOVE THIS PEASANT CRETIN'S SAD SACK GRIN!!