Insanity has been defined as performing the same task over and over again expecting different results. By that definition, I am quite insane. I tell someone something, attempt to "teach" them (work related), send them an email detailing the situation and yet I continue to receive questions which are completely irrelevant. *sigh* I suppose I shouldn't bitch too much. I'm sure I'm the same way when it comes to fields of study in which I have little or no interest yet am expected to work. I would say that it is probably true of most people. If one has no interest in a given topic, it is unlikely that one will retain knowledge in said topic.

Lyta had a little Vorlon,
its suit was black as coal,
and everywhere that Lyta went,
the Vorlon's sure to go.

It followed her to CNC
which was against the rules.
It made the staff all blanch and faint,
to see a Vorlon true.

So Lyta cast the Vorlon out
The Shadows, too, were loose,
but she, Delenn and Sheridan
all slipped the tightening noose.

They found no thanks at Earth or Mars,
For they were quite cut off.
They continued on with civil wars
Though Clark did laugh and scoff.

Sheridan came home at last,
the Earth there he did free
from martial law the worker cast
and all from tyranny.

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Woof!! Rotten poetry. Oh well. Such is the destiny of most of my poetry.