I am now declared Macintosh
Since only an hour or so ago.
And I give my vacant stare once more.
So I don't please,
I just don't have it.
I can tell how it's all spelled,
From each lip exaggeration
Each single-minded exhilaration
Each file clerked expectation.
Crescent moon, I wouldn't be talking.
I see what needs to be done
About each individual detour:
Like my limited topics
To small talk about,
Running into my dead end (what's that backwards again?).
You are quite the character,
"If I do say so myself,"
In a high pitched voice.
I am pitiful down to the line,
And you take from me what's mine.
You just have to use those 'what ifs.'