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I stare at you, oh Buddy List,
Praying for a change,
A shift,
A slight adjustment to show that he is on--
Who is he?
I don’t even know~
Which is why he should be online!
So I can ask,
Inquire,
Interrogate about his love life
(And hopefully my name will come up)
(Perhaps the name of my sister?)
(If so, I shall destroy her)
But I digress--
Oh, my Buddy List!
Must I beg and plead,
For his little icon
To go from red to green?
And once green, I shall wait
For him to notice me,
To see,
To realize that Lita is online!
And he shall click, and he shall type,
And it shall say, “Hello!”
And with excitement bursting from my every pore,
As my hands shakily hit the keys,
I will reply:
“Hey.”
But that is not to be,
For, my fickle little Buddy List,
You refuse to change.
To correct.
To amend thyself until he is neither offline nor away,
And a little window appears to greet me.
You are too stubborn,
And I?
I am too impatient.
Curse thee! Curse myself.
Bless him.
And let him get online.
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