Ode to Anyone Here I sit using my new netbook, searching the internet taking a look. Feeling depleted of wonderful sharks, even a bad movie seems a good lark. Stretching my maw, stifling a yawn, I sit here waiting this just can't go on. Someone help me...please talk about sharks, Bruce and JAWS leave many a mark. Never forgotten, classic in form, the fans are out there may their words be born. Say something now, if only to critisize this poem, let me know you're out there and I'm not alone. J(Ari)