Tekster: Zanois. The Salinger Superbowl.

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As I wait in my room for this event to end,
I might as well make use of the time and make myself useful.
There is company here, if and when I pretend,
And I know there?s much worse, but you know who disagrees?
My pen.

Is there something wrong with my brain because I really don?t know why
I think this way?
And then I realize potential fixes are all merely numbers away.
Oh how I wish I could say anything at all today.

While others rejoice in rowdy jubilance,
My attention span prevents me from even taking a glance.
I just don?t think I will ever understand why this is so enjoyable?
I guess that is another reason that I am a hermit?