He is the most irritating computer technical guy
I've ever had the privilege to look upon.
His stories make me wince with apprehension,
Because I feel like I am being punished to listen
His stories of god for the millionth time.
How useless he will be when he gets out into the real world.
His stories cannot save him now.
I'd tell him my stories but cannot for fear
That he will enjoy a life of trepidation.
He'd like to hear me talk of my struggles so he can add
His worthless two cents in about how god will save me
If I accept him in my heart. I don't need that.
I need for him to leave me alone so I can type up a poem about his
Severe annoyance to me.