I won\'t win a Nobel Prize,
it was just one of the lies.
Wish at 11:11 for love of life,
at 11:12 less attractive than a knife.
It\'s lonely at the peak with so
many people, neither high nor low.
So I lie to my foe-
I\'m best in my row.
But I\'m not and will never be,
the future I can see,
bleaker than free,
just me.
Mean, median, mode - my friends,
don\'t tell me about dead ends.
Lying and bluffing are trends,
maybe I\'ll just ascend.