How the World Can Prove To Me I'M Not God

While your on the first stanza of the first level of how we can all belong I'll be on the third trying to regain my throne When you figure out how that one poem is an entire play I'll be in the front seat with popcorn waiting to have the joke on me so i can surrender another feat of unequal measure so i can tell you something through action instead of words and the joke I'm not telling leaves you laughing and i knock you all dead without breaking a leg and hence thus ends my curse? comedy hey? the jokes of every comedian that could save you r life while you catch your breath or swallow your tongue and when i tell my joke that leaves you laughing to do so i don't need guns or weapons or bombs to get what i want and what secret do i have that i might want you to realize one day under rug swept i keep forgetting that might not be in my best interest for you to realize but the only way for you to realize it is in my absence? and i might not deal you a hand you cant handle but what about mine when do i run away from this game of chicken and why is my first middle and last names songs? and the month day and year of my birth songs as well? including the street and name of the apartment i live on? why do they play come to me when it should be the other way around dear mensa when will u come to me and press my buzzer and i be found? in the music in the movies in the poetry the first level of how we can all belong i would like to stick out if you'd only help me out the joke I'm not telling and the jokes on me ruled king unfit the exact opposite of the witness protection program as everyone points at me but a victom of too little too late and I'm still screaming