Jon, Jon, Your Head’s On Wrong!

Jon, Jon, your head’s on wrong!
That’s always been my theme song
A walking calamity
Struggling to see in front of me
Starting to think it’s more than that
I can’t just be an unlucky prat?
A walking disaster
Deprived of any peace
Rattling with ailments
Need more than just a lick of grease
Scrambled brain from overthinking
Body full of aches and pains
If I’d been born a goldfish
Flushed straight down the drain
Sometimes I’m invincible
The best in the World at times
But mostly I’m just hopeless
Especially when I try to be kind
But I still wake up each morning
Heart pumping
Lungs breathing
Alive
Tying to make the best of things
Rotating my head to smile