Slim regrets and Fatal forget-me-nots I like to write what Sounds thought provoking However, much like the wizard of Oz, My secret is my lack of power Behind the veil you find A man No different from any other In fact, my life is no tragedy: I still have a father and mother. So what am I, really? A sham, a fake, a crock? Fact is I am a man Who can find a word That rhymes with sock.