I sit in a chat room by myself,
Only nineteen more days to go,
One day I’ll be a legend,
With another badge to show.

Next I’ll try to add some friends,
I only need ninety-eight more,
I might have to do some recruiting,
Perhaps go door to door.

I’d really like my story to be famous,
But I’m more than a few views shy,
Maybe if I click on it every day,
It will be famous before I die.

I should have my Enthusiasts badge,
I thought I’d have it today,
No one here is more enthusiastic,
Don’t tell me I missed a day.

I really am due an Editor Pick,
Must just be an oversight,
Let me check my page again,
Don’t tell me I can’t write.

And where’s that Autobiographer badge?
Everything’s filled out fine,
I just need that damn Playlist,
If I can only find the time.

And perhaps I could comment more,
And vote more it’s agreed,
Don’t see any problem there,
I just need time to read.

At least I’ll get my Yearling badge,
Of that I have no fear,
All I have to do is hang out,
And I’ll have it in a year.

08-21-11.