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Excellence
July 13, 2010
The problem with this is that it's not who I am.
It's the best I can tell you in words with a plan.
You gotta meet me and see that I possibly could be,
Someone real, someone different. Someone good, a man?
Not trusted, not signed, it's plaintext in rhyme.
Transmitted in short time, insecure through the 'net.
Subjected to a possible MitM threat,
Designed to DDoS society and make us forget,
That there's chill people out there that we still haven't met.
There's one way to know, and that's to add in a "yet."
So talk to me. I'm human. I like conversation.
If you feel compelled to rhyme, that's your provocation,
But there are robots out there, programmed to befriend,
They're fake, dull, repetitive, or simply can't comprehend.
That I don't want a pill that straightens a bend,
Or to dirty chat live for a nominal expense.
If you want to talk, but you lack inspiration,
Share with me a story or a nice, fun vacation,
Or a funny relative, friend, pet or other situation,
Words, pics, vids, or any variation,
Will serve for me as second-hand education.
To discover any possible common placation.
Once you've made it this far, I'll tell this to you,
I know not everyone wants a geek, but some do.
And if you're geeky yourself, I think that's way cool.
But under no circumstances should you think you're a fool,
For talking to strangers through this marvelous tool.
