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