Please, just leave me alone. . .

Please, just leave me alone. . .
As my friend Kermit always sings:
I liked it in the old days when I flew off to pick her up for our date.
What can I tell you, the chicks love a Mohawk. And a singer to boot.
I called for that damned Uber thirty minutes ago. I could have flown there in less time.
The only thing I hate more than school is waiting for the bus every day.
I gotta tell you Kermit, it’s actually remarkably easy being green.
What can I tell you, beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, and here is beauty so judge away.
This is definitely not what I meant when I asked for a Swiss blow dry.
And who the heck is this Godot guy anyway?