A Moniacal Minded Minute

I'm a regular wannabe Shakespeare

I'm a regular wannabe Shakespeare, stuck inside all day hacking the stratosphere dodging my own shadow. I also, you know, do stuff. I like, do stuff. I found this person, we'll call her hot babe #28. She hates me, so I write poetry about her... I mean, like over a decade, then I code monkey, code monkey, bum bum bum.... my life to turmoil. Turn the soil into corn oil and fry my chicken brain. Run around explaining insane in dotted lines and ink blotters. I mean soggy loggers, dodging cars like frogs. Teetering the line of insanity, while dodging laws of stalker.

FYI, moniacal, not maniacal, like maniacal, but more Monet.