Oz-ite, I read your verse
I catch your point
but what is worse
I am in total assent
but on one I oin't                

To each their own
I think you said
except Pk's are the stone
through my plate glass,
They wish me very dead                

they arent each-ing their own
they're bleach-ing my bones
uninvited, don't you see?                

That's the exception
Otherwise warm reception
from innocent ones such as we                

This rhyme schemes all haywire
it doesn't make much sense
Please don't raise your bastard ire
and leave off compliments                

er...where was I?                

oh yes, talking to that birch tree over there...