Pain & Mame Are the same...

I can name many things,
To rhyme with pain,
And to mame,
All are the same,
They can be put under the same name,

As I look out that window frame,
All I can see is the rain,
Out of this came,
More of the same,
More of the lame,
And what became,
Of this stain,
Of my name,
I look to blame,
In my own domain,
But I\'m too tame,
As I look down again,
Not yet the chieftain,
I was hoping to gain,
No fame,
Who is to say,
That I\'m out the game,
And should follow the drain,
My heart,soul,mind slain.