From this 'dark' evil guy I never wanted to impress
For crazy 'little' friends in my new mad life
Seem intent to add him to my pain and strife
So they slip him secrets and get him to prod
Till he sits plum, expecting poems, the bloody sod
And gosh! I am stupid to bend to his whim
Especially since right now, I don't even like him!
No netbooks do lure, no racquet ball meets
Oh why am I writing this if with but sarcasm he will it greet?
A fool, a fool, a fool am I
And in the words of my beloved roomie, now please 'Go die!'
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