People

This, and the two poems above (as you read in this window) are all written late at night, the day before I actually posted them here. Do not be alarmed at the darkish side to them.

People are:
    Tiresome, boring, stupid, annoying.
I can't stand people!
Why are there so many?
Because
    Without them, we would be lonely.
Without people
We would have no one
    To laugh at or with, or to be laughed at by;
    To think about
    Or to be with.
Ah how lonely that would be.
How very lonely, even to a lonely person.