Stalking Nick's Brain

I be not so interested in thee Nick,
Though thee be for sure a nice man
I be enthralled with the gray maggots
That seethe in thy mighty brain pan

I bug thee so much to fix my work
I know thou thinkest me a pain
I envy thee thy technical skill
I covet thy giant digital brain

I wish  to steal from thee
The expertise I greatly lack
We can delete chapters now,
Just to get me off thy back

Though thou wouldst not sayest so
I'm sure thou must hate my guts
But I really can't help it that
I be a complete technical putz

The End

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