Weak

Weak as a beak on a meek leek I aim to find myself a true north amongst the arrows that seek to lead me into the very heart of stupidity. Weak as a beak on a meek leek I walk the path of many paths. Weak as a beak on a meek leek I wander the wasteland of society that is it's mass, seeking fervently the truth behind it all. I am weak because of the intellectual starvation that television has been subjecting me to. Tell me! Please! Why is the next season of Battlestar Galactica taking so long to start?