One Hundred and Forty-First Entry

Nothing to update you about, but here's a new spreadsheet poem that I like.

Here's my poem:

fractured charm	girly	everyone attended	you better be sad
my first defense		you are inconsolate	prisoner's dilemma
somewhat irregular	hour	game theory	goodbye to the ending
	wristwatch	false alarm	offset the threshhold	too early
your expression		the body is hollow	please leave
no courage	empty crater	take care of yourself	warm to the touch
destruction is easy		notified by intercom	sweat hiding in clothes
	conversations	I want to make it alone
it even makes a hollow sound		theater lights come on	it has to be empty
but well kept		how content am I	dry as a bone