I know I don't know you that well,
But I'll have to buy other than to sell.
I see you around on the boards,
Mixing in and out, of the confusing thoughts.
I see you making nice comments about people,
You have reached the top of my steeple.
I think you are alright, I think you're cool,
I don't think you are a fool.
I am so sorry I can't stop rhyming, I know its gay,
But I think you'll have to put up with it for another day.