Who knows?

I call it a joke,
a bad one.

Goodness fails,
shit prevails.

Once again,
nothing to gain.

I call it a joke,
a bad joke.

Your voice I once tasted
but my smile is now wasted.

Gray takes over,
no colors on the clover.

Guess that's my luck,
have to remember to duck.

And...

Once again,
nothing to gain.

Goodness fails,
shit prevails.

I call it a joke.