My Style
As I open MYSPACE
A logon is what it requests.
I can’t remember, UPPER or lower case
There, I believe that’s it, WHAT, I attest.
OH come on I know that is it, I protest.
OK, maybe I should have added that space.
Its loading…WAIT...WAIT…working at a snails pace…
Almost….WAIT…Finally, a friendly face.
NOW Write it down, so you don’t forget.
Are you kidding me?
I’ve been robbed. It’s empty, BUT WHY!
How in the heck can this be?
I really need to check up on this.
On the phone I GO….I’ll at least TRY!
BUSY….OMG, there’s got to be a better way!
Got to be a quicker way to see who has blown me a kiss.
OK…settle down…I know it was there the other day.
THINK……deeper…deeper…that’s it
DAMN……I forgot to hit transmit.
NOW…Settle down and smile…
Cause I’m writing my style.
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