In a Poetic Mood

In a poetic mood

So taking a second to return to my roots
I have a new muse
A new friend and a new attitude
I'm a blessed dude
And this is my show of gratitude

Oh boy, he's coy; I delete and annoy
It's EC's evil ploy to play with words like a toy
A mystery behind everything, ambiguity versatile like soy

Oy! What did that mean? Evil C's mean like Listerine
It burns as one works up the nerve
To interpret the last verse and get nothing but a swerve
Curse! Was that a fast ball or curve?
Winners swing the bat and winners get what they deserve
For what it's worth, sometimes there's just no meaning to my words
I just type away and stop as close as I can to absurd