I wrote this in on a school computer instead of going to lunch today. And... that's really all that I have to say about it
He told a tale of new beginnings,
Vehemently warned about statistics,
Took advantage of my dalliance,
And left me for dead in a puddle
Of my own bitter contrition.
A fanatic in the field of cleansing,
The coup de grâce, in his eyes,
Appeared benign and generous.
My turbulent conscience ran counter
To such a nefarious theory.
More sour words of gratitude
Had never before departed from my lips
I don't know why he chose me