Not An Option

this drop-down box just does not fit this pigeon-cooped web, on which I sit my brother-in-law's first name don't matter my mother's maiden name don't neither see i never married, it'd make me fatter 'n' Dad got Ma pregnant, then decided to leave 'er i can't say i even remember a favorite car or dog or a grade-school teacher these choices would make me a hypocrite, i don't fit your standard operating procedure my life don't fit in these digital boxes in observation, i suspect i'm not alone programming pretenses are overly obnoxious thinking outside them, that might be known © Goode Guy 2013-07-09 actually a bit of an inverse verse of sonnet