Oh, this wretched life of mine – I have to write on a whim . And nobody , is asking me if I want it or not . Noone, absolutely noone cares about my opinion. They seize my 'owner'’start pouring me down, glueing me down on something white and repulsive . Deadly nauseating! What's more – some owners are such bunglers, dropping you here and there, so that you have to make smears, such as this one :, when being rubbed out. And no one can grasp it - what I am and why I am...Neither can I...Oh, such a bore!...You know I'm growing fed up with all this. I may well, just as I'm sitting here, vanish into thin air, expire, so that you would never ever be able to have me back...So far, so good. Bye! And good luck! You shall never, never see me, no matter now hard you try. Ha-ha-ha! |