It’s all over Weak Man’s MySpace
(might as well be on the news),
it’s in his MSN name;
he has no face to lose.
He’s always been so open,
(worn his heart upon his sleeve);
up pops his Facebook status,
so emotional, every eve.
Then a phone call to his friends
(tears muffling the line).
After listening for hours,
the verdict is “It’s fine.”
His jury is so kind
(one sided sympathy).
They do the trick for Weak Man;
they are what sets him “free”
He looks through some old photos
(sunglasses and a smile)
turns up his brand new ipod,
reminisces for a while.
Up gets Weak Man from his chair,
Looks out his bay window,
and on his face a nice new grin,
who’s the strong man now?
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
It’s all over Weak Man’s MySpace
(might as well be on the news),
it’s in his MSN name;
he has no face to lose.
He’s always been so open,
(worn his heart upon his sleeve);
up pops his Facebook status,
so emotional, every eve.
Then a phone call to his friends
(tears muffling the line).
After listening for hours,
the verdict is “It’s fine.”
His jury is so kind
(one sided sympathy).
They do the trick for Weak Man;
they are what sets him “free”
He looks through some old photos
(sunglasses and a smile)
turns up his brand new ipod,
reminisces for a while.
Up gets Weak Man from his chair,
Looks out his bay window,
and on his face a nice new grin,
who’s the strong man now?
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