A newsletter an update to all the grand
Little digital digits on my analog hand
My complaints are rare I'm too damn polite
Some y'all can't relate parents didn't raise ya right
Not your fault but actions have results and jolts
On the online spine so I'll find a graph to pull
Wool wool wool the sheep stick out
Sore thumbs look dumb so know what you're about
Flooded inbox follows a mild success
As a person I lost touch with tries to reconnect
Don't twist it, I love to hear feedback
But a leech I can't appreciate that
Y'all loud as fuck can't get out a word
A room of self-centeredness flooded with nerves
I can't be heard but I'm bound to bite
I'll be the ear once more I'm too damn polite
Y'all are busy as hell I get it I'm busy too
But it's shitty when I spend days waiting on you
I love to chat swear I love all of you
Text back one word I don't even need two
Talk absurd and I act aloof
Cause it makes you laugh when the clown horn toots
12 years old I decided in stone
I would make the world laugh my one true goal
At me or with me I bring the joy
As they play and prod at their favorite toy
I give much more than I know that I should
But I'm too polite for my own damn good