Your logic machine's a pretense, 'cause you can't comprehend the sense

Of why stories can be so great, when they're told with skill and grace

Your cold hard truths are nothing new, they just fall flat with no appeal

Your thoughts are mundane and uninspired, no surprise your friends don't feel

Your stories leave you in despair, so you choose the path of least resistance

Your words don't have an ounce of flair, cuz your stories have no persistence