BabelingA Poem by drtism
My head brimming with facts and data
I may recite on cue, It profits me not to See a shade or hue. Though storage and speed be as a computer, none so far make me a worthy suitor. A polyglot I, though I speak a single tongue, a piece of the treasure so joyfully won. Truly a babe attempting to babble, it is my soul that I unravel, now given the road I'm meant to travel. © 2015 drtism |
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Added on February 28, 2015 Last Updated on February 28, 2015 AuthordrtismWilsonville, ORAboutI have finally woken up after thinking I was a fully functioning human for so long. I took the traditional path for a man of my sort. Lots of college and lots of supposed successes. In nine years o.. more..Writing
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