Well its just not at all funny. br Those comments that br some of you make. br I pour out my soul, br wear my heart on my sleeve, br even surrender my pride. br I go for a run to clear my sore head, br and suffer the pain of typing in vain, br looking for rhymes br that even in infinite time, br will never to be so sublime, br as the ones that you find two a'penny. br My heart is aching, my mind, br Its still racing, my fingers are sore, br and my soles all worn out from the running.