and a bit like a narc.

He reads stories from the bible

like Jesus and the Arc.

- He rides his bike around

through the woods around trees

He runs kinda like a girl

to protect the cartilage in his knees.

- He’s not too culturally sensitive,

in fact his jokes are sometimes racist

but he cares for all of mankind

from different lands and different places.

He runs off of human energy

He uses most normal words

Except paradigm and synergy

Some may call him a robot

To me he’s just a guy

But when the robot revolution comes,

I’ll probably be first one to die

could be characterized as glad

She sits there scribbling notes so quiet

and makes us feel so bad

She always sits so quiet

No, she doesn’t like to talk

She eats a simple breakfast

And for lunch, a celery stalk

Her last name, she says, is Nyi-Nyi,

I don’t know that too be true

I’m pretty sure it’s pronounced “Note-Taker”

Which makes the rest of us feel blue.

You think that your poop don’t stink

Dr. Grinols might be smitten

With the rhymes that you’re spittin’

But, in my rhythmic quicksand, you’ll sink

A skinny lad was he

He thought himself a poet;

A better one than me

His vocab is horrendous

His lexicon truly sucks

He can’t complete a sentence

Without a “bulls***” or f***

I recommend a thesaurus

You might like a dictionary

Instead of flapping you jaws around

Like a mouth with dysentery

There’s no “N” in my last name.

Get it right, moron.

At four in the morning I still type on my keys;
while my focus firm group catches their Zzzzz’s.

My Mary Poppins bag weighs millions of grams;
I stuff it so full, it could break my hand.

The world of business may not be for me;
I think I’d rather sing opera and possibly sleep.