Poetry 3 - The ever cheery geek
I repeat my statement to you at nauseum
But you never listen
I proclaim the wonders of modern functions
But you live in the past
I cry out in pain when I don't
The endless see of troubled times
Still lingers when you are gone Caught in mid air
like a drop of rain falling to earth
Who's fate is sealed
Stuck in an endless circle TheFuzz
