(This poem is part of a heroic crown of sonnets. For more information, see "Crown of Chaos, Crown Jewel")
Until I make the effort that's required
I'll waste away my days upon the 'net
From dawn's first light to when I have retired
Instead of working I will merely fret.
Sometimes it seems I spend more time concerned
about the future than is good for me.
You'd think that after all these years, I'd learn
But I don't learn so easily, you see.
My humbleness should not be given heed
In truth I know that I am quite the best
I math gooder than all you ever see'd
I'm glad I got that burden off my chest.
While I am confident I can impress
At my potential I can only guess.