He turned no necks
even though he brought everyone's cheques,
he looked down at the floor,
perceived as a bore,
he hid himself in a corner of a store,
One thought he had no life
One thought he could never find a wife
but in that little corner of his,
he made a haven of wish.
He enjoyed the silence
as he turned to he desktop and
opened Wikileaks to reveal
a war crime.
