The science of eulogies

Hey, thieves, you know that eulogy you ignorant fools thought I was writing for myself. You should be smarter by now but you’re not. I was writing it for you—that perfectly scientific eulogy. It’s called Like love’s never gonna die and it’s in bluesies where that fake ass  evil everything of shit looses. You don’t work and you’re not patient enough to let me finish what I’m doing before you spy on it. Don’t worry I will always point you in the direction of science so you can go feed there like livestock and then pretend you never ate anything while you’re hating. until I have the solitude I have suffered for against evil for so long. Cameras and stuff must be able to catch any approach I know you won’t make cos I’m inferior, unattractive, unintelligent and such. And my work computer would never have Internet hardware, software or  access. That about ends the spying and your fake spring.