7/25/2010
My intellect’s sharp, unmatched, and bold.
With no time for emotion, my heart’s grown cold.
A good thing, really, for sentiment hampers.
It fogs up the system and good logic dampers.
I don’t need “friends.”
It’s the public’s creation.
I serve myself, not this God-forlorn nation.
Besides, I’m a sociopath, did I mention?
We’re kids who were thrown in detention
for saying mean words and making her cry,
for causing emotion and not knowing why.
People baffle me – their idiot ways!
But they’re all like ants, anyways.
I can’t stand how they act – the things they do!
I don’t need them and I don’t need you.
Of course I don’t want someone to make me feel valued,
nor someone to speak to, to share in my life.
I wanna spread marmite, so hand me a knife,
and stop saying that I need a person around.
I’m turning schitzophrenic, talking to me –
But at least I’ve got Mycroft. . . .
Who makes me feel dumber each time that I see him.
Just let me sink in Misery’s arms alone.
I don’t care what they say about “friends.”
RRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!
{Pauses typing to stare in irritation at cellphone. Types madly:}
These words I scribble down in haste, RRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!
poetry never was my taste. RRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!
That schitzophrenia’s working in me, RRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!
for only humans dolts write poetry. RRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!
RRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!
{Picks up phone}
Hello? Oh, you found someone? A John Watson? Yes. That is superb. He’s looking for a flat in the same area? All right, tomorrow at St. Bart’s. Goodbye.
I don’t need a friend.
MWAHAHAHAHA
