RE: Moonshot - Boris12 Jan 2024 14:26
Thanks for the feedback, forgot about your paranoia....
Clip clop, clip clop, a mind lost in haze,
Paranoia's whispers, a foolish mind's maze.
Spreadsheets, the donkey, carries loads absurd,
Clip clop, clip clop, on timelines misheard.
Narcissus' whispers weave a tale so dense,
QED, he claims, in sheer ignorance.
Assumptions, so foolish, they defy gravity,
Clip clop, clip clop, through a realm of depravity.
Halls echo with the folly of his graph,
Drawn in crayon, a laughable epitaph.
Wisdom scoffs at the ludicrous scenes,
QED, he repeats, lost in his dreams.