And with the starting purpose I've lost touch
So now I do not care how well I write
Nor do I really worry very much
Whether I am here and wrong or right.
My motives have been strange but now they're gone
Funny how some lines are so very short
While others they seem to go on and on
Abort! Abort! Abort! Abort! Abort!
At least there's only one more left to go
I long to see the back of all this waste
And go away and do something to show
That I am not an idiot disgrace.
At last to be away from this and done
And rip them up from this to number one.