The error of my ways I see layed out in a procession,
what I thought would be therapy's turned into an obsession,
oh yes, indeed, we're all agreed, one must accept the facts,
each seperate personality's a whole new ball of wax.

There's one who'd challenge Balladeer, that mightiest of foes,
who picks his battles carefully, as well he does his nose,
in his defense, poetically, I'd say it's just regression,
in mine, I ask forgiveness for this "minor indiscretion."

My shrink's advised repeatedly, to deal with my aggression,
which now is so deep seated it's immune to all suggestion,
admonished of the consequence, one part of me still brags,
"C'mon now, let's be honest, what's the deal with Lgn Jhn Ag?"

It seems as if his ship has sailed and left his mind in port,
my self-restraint, again has failed, but hey, it's all in sport,
though there are those who'd take offense at such a grave transgression,
ol' Lgn Jhn, being he's so dense, scoffs "minor indiscretion."

A glutton for such punishment, I've done the computations,
I'm safe here in Bewilderment by any calculation,
no one will mess with lunatics, it's simple don't you know,
that's why another part of me will even challenge Toe.

It seems as though, as poets go, ol' Toe's a poor excuse,
he tries hard not to let it show, most times it's just no use,
the substance of his poetry gives rise to indigestion,
how can I say this otherwise, to gag? That is the question!

Well, there you have it, I've named three that need no explanation,
the poet known as Larry C might join this conflagration,
or quite a few before I'm through, this could be quite a session,
that all depends upon one's view of "minor indiscretion!"