» Thu Jun 28, 2012 12:46 pm we have like half dozen threads here all about when 1.6 will be released.
the dejection of our platform is so obvious and rampant that even moderators don't bother merging threads here.
gstaff posts only, "When I have something to say, I will say it. There is nothing further."
we continue to circle the drain here... they dont care. so I thought I'd share this:
DESPONDENT CHILD
Woebegone little boy
World filled without any joy
To his room his hope is sent
By himself all his time is spent
Disheartened and so forsaken
His life has been mistaken
From a quiet slumber he is been awakened
His eyes cold and truly blackened
He plays alone with his shadow
Never anxious and yet always mellow
Hallways he walks are long and narrow
From on high he sees not the sparrow
His shoes he’s yet to learn to tie
On his windowsill sits a dragonfly
In his mind squawk two magpies
Senses he no longer relies
Crestfallen little boy without any friends
Seldom someone he ever offends
In a crowd he just blends
His entire life he pretends
A broken fence he must mend
This reality he learned to transcend
Things disliked he must contend
For his life he cannot extend
Melancholy he is and so broken
A sixpence less one more token
Chastised all his euphoric dreams
Flights of fancy dangles on a moonbeam
His joy hopelessly beaten
No sugar for his tea to sweeten
Passer bye his smiles as he meets
Blurred vision by eating to many sweets
The burdens he now must endure
Tarnished silver lost its allure
Sitting quietly by the door
Hoping one day it swing his way once more
Woebegone little boy
World filled without any joy
To his room his hope is sent
By himself all his time is spent
Disheartened and so forsaken
His life has been mistaken
From a quiet slumber he is been awakened
His eyes cold and truly blackened
He plays alone with his shadow
Never anxious and yet always mellow
Hallways he walks are long and narrow
From on high he sees not the sparrow
His shoes he’s yet to learn to tie
On his windowsill sits a dragonfly
In his mind squawk two magpies
Senses he no longer relies
Crestfallen little boy without any friends
Seldom someone he ever offends
In a crowd he just blends
His entire life he pretends
A broken fence he must mend
This reality he learned to transcend
Things disliked he must contend
For his life he cannot extend
Melancholy he is and so broken
A sixpence less one more token
Chastised all his euphoric dreams
Flights of fancy dangles on a moonbeam
His joy hopelessly beaten
No sugar for his tea to sweeten
Passer bye his smiles as he meets
Blurred vision by eating to many sweets
The burdens he now must endure
Tarnished silver lost its allure
Sitting quietly by the door
Hoping one day it swing his way once more
post your despondence here..
