She found me struggling to answer why
In a position for only a short time
Trying to master the discipline of a job
That went nowhere on this short timeline of tough.

Light years ahead of her crime
Understanding the numbers 3, 6 and 9
A predator to the writer
Undiscovered in the darkness of this pretentious line.

Give me help with my lack of character
Give me help for my modern laughter
Give me help with my words that mean none
On a journey that feels so deliberately numb.

Technology entwined with actuality
A girl set to change the course of reality
With her short stories on sci-fi
She has no time to cry
For men who don’t know why.

Give me help with my lack of character
Give me help for my modern laughter
Give me help with my words that mean none
On a journey that feels so deliberately numb.

Undiscovered in the darkness of this pretentious line
Light years ahead of her crime
Understanding the numbers 3, 6 and 9
With her short stories on sci-fi.

Her eyes glare through her curly hair
Her glasses refract back at all who stare
A mind from a different kind
As men stay fearful of her intellectual design.

The girl with the forgetful face
Doesn’t need to be seen
But heard from behind a white screen.

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