I've been wondering, is this your poem or someone else's:
Ask me a question; I guarantee answers. I'm not always honest face-to-face, (Too easy to lie to beautiful eyes), But over the wires and not-wires, The radio waves. But at this distance, I'm truthful. What else is there to be?
If I had the time, I'd write everything in great detail, Give chunks of me away, because it's all clutter. I'm just clutter I can't keep track of. I live an epic every day, and I'm tired, and... I heard twenty-six is a fashionable age to die.
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Date: 2009-05-17 21:03 (UTC)Ask me a question; I guarantee answers.
I'm not always honest face-to-face,
(Too easy to lie to beautiful eyes),
But over the wires and not-wires,
The radio waves.
But at this distance, I'm truthful.
What else is there to be?
If I had the time, I'd write everything in great detail,
Give chunks of me away, because it's all clutter.
I'm just clutter I can't keep track of.
I live an epic every day, and I'm tired, and...
I heard twenty-six is a fashionable age to die.
Also, go you, furniture is a good thing.