Can you see the sad and desperate man
Sitting in his room
Typing at a keyboard,
Just watch his fingers zoom.

He's thinking he's a genius
With his funny little ways
But is this really the best way
To live out all your days.

As he writes another witty line
He pats himself on the back
Then you see him look at the rain
And leave the house in his mac.

A short trip to the liquor store
For a bottle of meths or two
Then back into his little room
For a snide remark at you.

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