Make Lists!

First I'd like to say that I’m glad to be ahead of innovation, memory, free speech. These are all good things.

One!
How cute those parent-hesis and quotations (mind the pun) are!
Of course this doesn’t mean I am loved less just grate-fuled less
even if I can't conjugate this.
And It's most upsetting
this poem doesn't mean/won't change a thing!
Accomplish nothing, why don't I.
Two!
Who knew?
I did, the whole damn time,
so here's to not saying anything, anything at all
and lacking in gall,
being useless and small,
Bob Dylan is the original thrall!
Three!
I understand this and I have to agree!
They seem downright okay
if I don't say
so myself
well no we're not there yet!
Four!
Sibling sister made a list of blisters, stickers,
remember how they stick to, with, in, you!
Five!
Is pretty damn high
for what I've done!
Remind me again,
what was it again?

I'm truly very sorry really that I wrote this. The real problem is that its very existence proves that it is useless. There is clearly a problem if this is the way that we communicate.

        "I'm A Horrible Girlfriend"

I mean, I must be. Most days, I'm not contacted at all until the day is almost over. Days when I've done absolutely nothing crucial or urgent or important. Days when I am free. Nothing. Then I am called ...

Again, another problem, I can only read the first few words, and shouldn't read any of it at all. Blogger has some serious problems. I really am a terrible person, but at least I got 28 poems out of it, right?