Gazpacho

You don't have to praise me
But do it in creole
Not all smiles are friendly
Not all are deserved
So I've been hiding
As a part of this neighbourhood
And I'll be invisible
Among the unseen
I'm the son of an honest man
I've learned to keep the balance right
Moonbeams weigh your wishes
Daydream hits and misses
The nurses all told me that they smelled the mourning