Pathetico

Pass On By

One day I shall learn how to ask,

To believe I deserve what may come after

But until that day comes along, I suppose

I’ll continue to laugh for an answer.

I don’t expect clairvoyance, no sir

Or a zero error upsets-radar,

It’s not even concern I seek, to be true

But I couldn’t put a name on it, couldn’t think that hard.

Still, next time we meet or talk from afar

Don’t bother with the How-do-you-dos

Just get on with your story, tell me what ails you

I’ll fix it and we shall yet again grow apart.

That's how pathetic I've become. That I actually relate to this stuff is patheticer :|

Two options lie ahead. Scrap this blogging business and get all maudlin in private - Dickinson in the making, yessir! OR do a continuing series or RIPs. Covered Lethargy earlier, Suckingdom next. Must I pick?