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
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