Make a clean sweep

 Make a clean sweep, of all I’ve kept, under the carpet

 Common-sense to have, my own parents as confidants

 I thought I could count, on my sisters as well-wishers

 I wonder why, my brothers wouldn’t bother much more

 A third of my life, to catch on this catch-twenty-two

 Willy-nilly family members, not always friends

 

 Make a clean sweep, at my own sweet will

 I’ve unlearned, being someone else’s puppet

 I’ve learned to modestly blow, my own trumpet

 

 Without a friend in the world, with no one to turn to

 I always wanted a sweetheart, I could look up to

 My nearest and dearest, press the flesh, my own lifeblood

 Narcissistic ego trip, eager for the crowd to roar

 My life has so far been, a flying roller coaster

 Stick my neck out, without lies, footloose and fancy-free

 

 Make a clean sweep, at my own sweet will

 I’ve unlearned, being someone else’s puppet

 I’ve learned to modestly blow, my own trumpet

 

 I seldom have arguments with myself, turned up trumps

 Don’t incline me, to think that I’m in my right mind

 Life promise, plugged into the socket, of my birthright

Unconscious brainchild, acting ego-conscientiously

 Before a blind spellbinder, makes me kick the bucket

 A super-duper CV, I’ll have in my pocket

 

 Make a clean sweep, at my own sweet will

 I’ve unlearned, being someone else’s puppet

 I’ve learned to modestly blow, my own trumpet