I sit with my bouquet plucking petals torturously I have no mercy. I set the bar real high then come up just shy Then pound my desk (with the utmost frustration). And so it runs! Just enough! It's fine! I keep a good attitude! But I'll never be Elvis I guess. Just one big, moist bag of garbage Missed the low hum that connects things A dumpy woman in a track suit It's all the same to me, man I can send mail, cook food, And complete other simple tasks, if required. My resumÃ©, while less than impressive, is consistent. I'm at the mercy of machines Out of context, that could sound like a real problem But it's only in pictures.