Oh the woes of the world.
Give me a computer, a typewriter, a pencil, or a pen and a pad. I don't want much, I'll just type or write my way to happiness.
I don't need women or a lavish lifestyle, all I want to do is type.
Forgive me for not fitting in with the laws of the land and the ways of man.
Forgive me for getting in the way of the schemes to take over the world.
I don’t care about getting sweaty and throwing balls around.
As a newborn, all I needed was a good story to settle me down.
Sweetheart, I don't want to spend money on you that I don't have.
I don't want to get on my knees and ask for your hand in marriage.
I'm sorry, but all I want to do is type.
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