Say what, my computer
Locked within a vacant stare,
An endless stream of data.
Questions forming everywhere,
But does it really matter?
Seems to me a senseless slate,
An equally senseless fate,
For does it really matter?
We are a link between, betwixt,
The former, latter and the batter,
Between, betwixt or present mix,
It really does not matter.
So I'll genuflect with hat in doff,
Have one more beer and then take off.
My tee time is for eight today and
They will not wait if I delay.