So much coffee, I'm doing two updates. Face!
I went to class today, and felt inclined to write a poem. I've waited so to type it out, a thing I do from home:
Undead Rat's Bed
A corpse approached the late night class,
Too tightly wrapped in black.
It spoke unheard of things absurd,
Betwixt each hit of crack.
It wore a crown, upon its head,
For rats it was a nest.
It spoke too long of things most wrong,
And twas finally laid... to rest.
My apology, friends one and all,
Who find this poem too blunt.
It's not from you, these words I write,
But from that awful... person ;)
Undead Rat's Bed
A corpse approached the late night class,
Too tightly wrapped in black.
It spoke unheard of things absurd,
Betwixt each hit of crack.
It wore a crown, upon its head,
For rats it was a nest.
It spoke too long of things most wrong,
And twas finally laid... to rest.
My apology, friends one and all,
Who find this poem too blunt.
It's not from you, these words I write,
But from that awful... person ;)