wizard of wordplay

i am that tiger,lost in the woods of the jungle of oats
for my speech pitch have been vibrating in suicidal notes,
somebody pass me the rope,nope wait a minute;
may be your fist to my thoughts so you leave me in torment,
and as you have torn, mend my brain veins with stitches,
may be with this, painful thoughts i'll be able to multiply my riches;
for at this current state of mind,
you might tell a scope for i to reach for the stars,
but i would still be the magician who would fail his spelling test with the lowest marks,
for nowadays i no longer get high when i blaze grass,
my thinking parts are no longer smart and i'm force to think like retards, similar to vegitarians that meet, to discuss how,
they can milk a stout outa that cow, for now every joke that i crack leaves that clown wearing a frown, thats a smile facing upside down.