Manuals are scribblings they write to explain,
It can't be I'd read their writes, headings or names.
Oh I don't read manuals; Waiving them by,
Odd to look at manuals, it's not I'm proud, just geek guy.

It's way plain the printy, why'd they ever pen,
What manual says in the best case I'd never screen.
Oh, If I don't know, I'll bend it and stuff,
Words in this manual, oh they list them too much.

Oh no no, manual I'd druther though you're holder of key,
But I still wield the reign; I'm the star on this field.
Apply what's wise, but it seems one part shy,
Manual why you are in the face of this guy?

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Oh oh oh manual I shudder to think opening thee,
Just not will peel one page for the parts I must deal.
Some parts got fried, it don't seem it will fly.
Manual shows the part where I placed mis-applied.

Manual's unraveling the plight I sustained,
Now I see should read high lights getting explained.
Oh, next time I'll read manual saving much time,
Odd it is that manual, just clears the clouds out my mind.
How Odd it is that manual, just clears the doubts in my mind.