Life Is Not Pick-Up Sticks | final version

the rules are, so to speak, simple
alas, who would follow these rules
you start off with spring-like pimple
but still you get this winter blues
you think how to make a nice show
and yet you still act as a fool
you don't mind your future though
you're all loony - that is a rule
there are your successes and wishes
you've got a tatoo on your head
those killing tatoo flourishes
seem too little to act instead
you're a pick-up-sticks addict
and tales are told about you
you seem to be mentally thick
and you're a lout, that is true