The Queen of Mundane!
I don't like the ways of my arid tongue
I don't like the stiff ways of my pen
I've been trying to sing what's already been sung
And I'm starting to lose my zen.
It feels like my head is made of bricks
Mould is working its way inside,
I'm in permanent stupor and all fresh out of tricks,
mouth agape and eyes open wide!
I hold my reading books upside-down
I write nonesense and misspel my own name
Why, a new celebrity has come to town!
It is I, the great Queen of Mundane!
I loathe my awful lack of insight!
I feel compelled to throw myself in a pit!
Because lately it seems like whatever I write
is a big steaming pile of @#$%!
Bow down as I cross on my chariot.
Praise me! Praise me! Quick! Before I go insane!
I am not just any ordinary idiot!
For I am the great Queen of Mundane!